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How it used to be,
and never would be again.

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“I feel like I want to go somewhere,” she said, “like a place for me to call home.” “Is it really a place,” I look at her, “Or just a pair of arms?”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #134 // “What is your home?“ (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
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Take me to the place where you stopped loving me. I’d rather live among our ghosts than die in the company of those still breathing.
Adan Portwood (via lovelustquotes)
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They say it takes courage to unconditionally love another soul. But what they do not know is that, it takes more than just mighty courage and bravery to let another soul love you back the same.
Lukas W. // The courage to be loved (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
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Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
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he had such a beautiful mind. the kind of mind that sparked my dreams. the kind of mind that lead my inspiration, and it was the kind of inspiration that only the young at heart could imagine.
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I am the dark, quiet sky and you are the glittered, rolling clouds. Each night people stay up just to watch us make infinite love.
Lukas W. // We are the endless night sky (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
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How was I supposed to tell you what I was feeling?“ she said, “I didn’t want to ruin your day. “I am so many things but I won’t be the weight on your ankle, if I drown I won’t ask you to come with me.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #227 (via blossomfully)
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I don’t think all writers are sad. I think it’s the other way around—all sad people write.
Lang Leav (SAD GIRLS)
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In any universe if you could feel and see everything I do about you, you’d realize why I get so scared, why I cry at the very thought of being without you. You make me who I am. You make me whole. My soulmate. My heart. My love.
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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via lachantefleurie)
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