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“I loved you more than you deserved, fucker.”
— (via counting-stars-at-2am)

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I wish I could forget you

It’s difficult these days. Because I can still remember the way I felt when you kissed me goodbye that morning, when you said “I’m going to miss you.” I wasn’t sad because I thought id be coming back to you. But life is crazy and sometimes people change their minds or lie to you or break your heart. And you’re just expected to live through all that; to act like nothing had happen, like nothing phased you or changed you at all. But how am I supposed to do that when I can still remember your kiss?

Missing my baby boy more and more every day. Such a little punk but still my punk :) 😻 #catsofinstagram #cats

Missing my baby boy more and more every day. Such a little punk but still my punk :) 😻 #catsofinstagram #cats

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Her face in the last one is pure beauty

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“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via larmoyante)
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via larmoyante)
“I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up (via larmoyante)
“I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished.”
— Gaby Dunn (via larmoyante)
“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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“Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn’t want to be close to anyone. Maybe I’d just be the type who couldn’t feel love all the way or something.”
— Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming (via hplyrikz)

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