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She touched my heart from the very start.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

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You were good to me Kevin, and sometimes when we were together, I remembered who I used to be before everything changed, but I was pretending. Pretending as if I hadn't lost everything. I want to believe it can all go back to the way it was, I want to believe I'm not surrounded by the abandoned ruin of a dead civilization, I want to believe it's still possible to get close to someone. But it's easier not to. It's easier because I'm a coward and I couldn't take the pain, not again. I know that's not fair, Kevin. You've lost so much too, and you're strong. You're still here. But I can't be, not anymore. I tried to get better, Kevin. I didn't want to feel this way, so I took a shortcut. But it led me right back home. And do you know what I found when I got there? I found them, Kevin, right where I left them. Right where they left me. It took me three years to accept the truth, but now I know there's no going back, no fixing it. I'm beyond repair. Maybe we're all beyond repair. I can't go on the way I'm living, but I don't have the power to die. But I have to move towards something. Anything. I'm not sure where I'm going, just away. Away from all this. I think about a place where nobody will know what happened to me, but then I worry I'll forget them, but I don't want to ever forget them, I can't. They were my family. I think I loved you, Kevin, and maybe you loved me too. I wish I could say this to you instead of writing it, I wish I could see you one last time to thank you and wish you well, and tell you how much you mean to me, but I can't. Like I said, I'm a coward. So, wish me luck, I think I'm going to need it.

Nora Durst, The Leftovers.

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Wasn’t it nice?“ she said into the silence. “To feel wanted, even if it was only for a little while?“ "And if it wasn’t real?” came the voice critically, scrutinising her. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought for a moment. “It was nice,” she repeated, “even if it wasn’t real.”

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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The oldest story in the world,“ he nodded. “You love someone and they don’t love you.” “But what do you do when it happens?” “The only thing you can. Hope you stop loving them.” “And if you don’t?” “Then you go about life as if you did. And you smile when they tell you about the person that they love. And you wipe away their tears when they call you in the middle of the night. And you love them anyway. And sometimes it hurts. It really does. But you love them anyway. You pretend that you don’t but you love them anyway.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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Quiero vivir los nombres Que el incendio del mundo ha dado Al cuerpo que los mortales se disputan: Roca, joya del ser, memoria, fasto. Quiero tocar las palabras Con que en vano intenté hurtarte Al duelo de cada día

“Quiero”, Jorge Gaitán Durán. (via villings)

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I felt so guilty admitting that I was sad, that I was hurting. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I didn’t think my life was bad enough to feel that way. Maybe I felt undeserving of sadness. It was pretty ironic, in any case. That’s why I didn’t talk about it much. I couldn’t bear to see the expression of disdain on someone else’s face. I couldn’t bear the judgement.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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I think,“ he said quietly, "you are too gentle. "That is why the world hurts you so.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.

Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow (via wordsnquotes)

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Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.

“Pressure,” My So-Called Life (1994)

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I was so fucking soft for you and you ruined me.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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I cared a lot once,” she admitted wryly. “And it ruined me. So now I don’t care for much at all. I work in extremes like that.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #152 (via blossomfully)

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The reckless irony in how I tried to get revenge on you by destroying myself.

S. Zhao (via blossomfully)

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I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.

Sawyer Sawyer,  Notes to Self (via wordsnquotes)

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I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via thegoodvybe)

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Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.

 Will Graham, “Apéritif” Hannibal (via wnq-movies)

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I speak to you. You speak to me. Is that fragile?

Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems; “Waterlily Fire,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

Sylvia Plath  (via thequotejournals)