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Say something. Before it's too late.

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I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Michael Faudet  (via mirroir)

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Chloë Sevigny. The Last Days of Disco (1998, Whit Stillman).

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The Tree of Life (USA, 2010)

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Do you know how it feels? To miss someone who doesn’t miss you back. To know that and have it ring through your brain every 10 seconds, as if it’s on a loop. ‘He doesn’t miss you… He doesn’t miss you… He doesn’t miss you…’ And to make it even worse, missing him doesn’t mean shit when he has another girl on his arm and a smile on his face and you out of his fucking thoughts. But you still play everything he used to say over and over again in your head until every sentence is jumbled up and you start to feel insane and you grab your head and scream at the sky because no, he didn’t fucking mean that, or did he? but you’ll never find out because he left you by yourself, with a gaping hole inside your chest where your heart should’ve been and nothing makes sense but the only thing you know for sure is he doesn’t love you anymore and nothing can ever change that. Nothing. No, he doesn’t love you anymore, and the worst thing is, you still love him.

He used to tell you he couldn’t live without you but now he’s doing just that (via weaksorry)

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I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.

(via unfollovving)

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“This morning, with her, having coffee.” - Johnny Cash when asked for his description of paradise

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The Tree of Life (2011)

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- “I don’t want to leave.” - “So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.”

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