"Nothing makes me miss you more than Sundays. The way we could pass an entire day doing little else but wake up, kiss a bit, fall gently back to sleep, wake, laugh, eat greasy foods, kiss some more, then sleep again - made it the single most productive and rewarding day of the week."
— Beau Taplin || S u n d a y s (via afadthatlastsforever)
when you are
A Story A Day #261 by Ming D. Liu
"I don’t know when it happened, or why it
happened. You just stopped. There were
no more phone calls in the middle of the
night when you couldn’t sleep, no more
texts that read, “I miss you.” The only time
you said I was beautiful, was when I asked
if I was. It’s not that I needed your validation,
I just missed hearing it. When you answered
the phone your voice sounded dull, the excuses
were, “I’m tired.” “I don’t feel well.” I never
knew the right words to say until after the
conversation ended, my talking just felt like
crunching leaves under your feet. You’d walk
over me subconsciously, I felt like I was the
gum on the bottom of your shoe. You’d get
rid of me faster than you’d let me stay.
I always held on a little too tight, a little too
long, I guess I was just waiting for the favor
to be returned. But your arms became
cemented to your sides, like walls around
your soul. I became the vines growing up
the bricks, trying to be tall enough to get a
peek of what’s behind them. I never was
tall enough, I never was good enough.
Soon enough the I love you’s just slipped
your mind, you forgot. I stopped noticing
how long it took you to reply, it became
our new normal. The nights we went without
talking, the mornings that went without the
good, the days we talked for five minutes, it
was all normal. You stopped. So, I’ll stop.
Or at least, I’ll try.."
— i.c. // "you stopped loving me" (via delicatepoetry)
"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."
— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via feellng)
"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
"There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started."
— Jodi Picoult (via wordsnquotes)
"I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything."
— Oscar Wilde (via teenager90s)
"You’re feeling empty, right? That’s because you’re trying to please everyone else. You’re giving little bits of yourself away to everyone, trying to make sure everyone gets some of you. But then there is no you left for you. You’ve poured yourself out to everyone else. That’s why you feel so fucking empty."
— My therapist and also the most wise words someone has ever told me (via lazyblossom)
(Source: oblivious-thinking, via lauraaamargaret)
"If you told me today our being together would result in heartbreak, I would still choose to be with you because I believe that truly living life is in the experiences, not the outcomes."
— Kathryn Vance-Perez, Love and Truth (via teenager90s)
"It’s sort of weird if you think about it. We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people."
— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via larmoyante)
"You just waltzed back in my life like you deserved to be here or something. You could have come back anytime, anytime before now. But you waited and waited. And you know what? It’s too late. I kept waiting for you to come back, and you didn’t. You never came back, until now. Anytime before now I would have welcomed you back with open arms. But you’re too late this time. I gave you more than enough chances to make things right and you didn’t. I opened myself up to get cut wide open. I finally moved on. I’m happy and I don’t need you anymore. That’s something I never though I’d say. I’m sorry if I’m not ready to throw all of that away to let you back in and make me look like a fool when you fuck me over. Again. I cant put myself through that again. You cant erase the past. The way we are now, is not my fault. I didn’t cheat, lie, or push you away. You did this to yourself. I’m sorry if you cant find anyone who amounts to me, which you probably won’t, but it’s your own doing. I’m not saying this out of spite or pity or anger even. I’m saying this because I know that no girl will ever amount to what I was for you, what you were for me. No girl will ever connect and feel for you the way I did. Maybe that same will go for me. There’s never going to be another guy that is just like you, who loved me like you did. But I’m ready to move on, to experience what else is out there. I cant put myself through what you did to me again. I need change. If we’re meant to be, we’ll find each other again one day and maybe I’m fall madly in love with you again, just like before. If not, I really hope you find happiness in the decisions you made, because God knows I would never have chosen this for us. But I also cant fix what you created, and I don’t want to anymore."
— Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
"Seeing your face doesn’t hurt as much anymore and now I can fall asleep without hearing every single word you’ve ever said to me playing over and over in my head, but sometimes I still think about that one time we got lost in the city and we were so high that we didn’t care what happened to us and then you kissed me and I felt more alive than I ever have before. And I still think about how we’d fall asleep holding hands and when the sunlight starting peeking through your curtains in the morning our hands were still intertwined. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t think I miss you anymore, but at the same time, I’m pretty sure I’ll miss you for the rest of my life."
— I can’t even remember who I was before I met you (via cruelcutie)
"Sometimes we assume that the new person in our life is better for us because they are totally different from the last person we dated. Only later do we see that we have chosen a different version of the same thing and they both leave us unsatisfied."
— Kristen Crockett (via observando)