Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #29 (via blossomfully)

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once said:


She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.

She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.

She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.

And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.

But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.

Not one single bit.

Parents: Are you taking selfies?
Me: No it's Snapchat
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via perfect)

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once said:

"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."

Mitch Albom, Five People You Meet In Heaven (via seabois)

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once said:

"In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it."


paint me like one of miyazaki’s landscapes 

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