I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

— Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via soulsscrawl)

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They say that time flies, 
but you keep breaking its wings.

— Tablo, “Eyes, Nose, Lips” (via larmoyante)

23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves  (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: larmoyante, via elige)

23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via amourstatique)

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23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from abluesforbrklyn

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

— Michael Faudet (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

There is beauty in distance. Some people are sword dancers to be admired from afar. Get too close to them and you cannot blame them for the cuts you receive.

— Joseph Cook (via jnc-ink)

(via hlpnd)

19 Jul 2014 Reblogged from jnc-ink

I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing.

— -Fyodor Dostoevsky (via alcools)

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If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.

— Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)

(Source: simply-quotes.net, via hlpnd)

19 Jul 2014 Reblogged from simply-quotes

I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.

— Martin, George R.R. (via mookkyul)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via thinsquids)

19 Jul 2014 Reblogged from wordsnquotes

I hope you feel empty when you think of me.

— Even (#73: January 16, 2014)

(Source: write2014, via fragilis)

19 Jul 2014 Reblogged from write2014

They say that time flies, 
but you keep breaking its wings.

— Tablo, “Eyes, Nose, Lips” (via larmoyante)

18 Jul 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via adderalldust)

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18 Jul 2014 Reblogged from quotes-shape-us