fromdarzaitoleeza:

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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don’t want me.}

herheavyheart:

Nobody tells you how moving on from someone you considered your safe place is hard, nobody tells you you’ll keep wondering about them for the rest of your life

wlwdaydreamms:

my fear of “what if i will never find love again?” turns into “what if i will lose myself forever?”

laceypaigepoetry:

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some people are so difficult to forget

stupidkupi:

the worst part of love is
that i remember it.

i walk around all day thinking:
i’m going to die in this universe you loved me in.

i get so jealous of euthanize
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-june gehringer

pol-ar-ity:

It’s kind of dumb, but I want to talk to you all the time. Like, all the time. Which is annoying and needy and very unrealistic, because you have a life outside of our audio messages and sporadic phone calls. But I wanna talk to you. I want you to talk to me. I want your mouth to run a mile a minute and make me laugh until I’m crying. You’re always so good at that. You’re my best friend, my confidant, possibly my world. So we won’t make out in the back of taxis. As long as you hold my hand through crowds and send me another voice memo the next morning, I’ll be okay. Because I wanna talk to you. And I want you to talk to me. And you’re my best friend. And I love you. (In case that wasn’t obvious.)

“and maybe you’re my soulmate or something”