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Because I care. You will always be a part of me. And even if we are living separate lives it doesn’t mean you’re not in my heart. That I don’t hear songs and think of you. Or picture those nights in my mind. I love you. I will always in some way. You’re a part of my heart and that doesn’t go away.
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“sorry i have plans” (sleeping all day)
my love for you hasn't faded one bit it's still here, strong as ever.
“Sometimes you have to be silent as no words can express what you’re feeling deep inside.”
— Unknown
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i'm all the people i've ever loved
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i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)
See what your followers think of you.
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Green: I think you’re cute.
Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
Grey: I wish you would notice me.
Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
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Yellow: FUCK ME, LET’S FUCK.
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Brown: I don’t like you.
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Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
White: Marry me.
never return to the space where your light stopped shining.
— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back
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April 15, 1914 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
We were like a love song on the radio, and loving you felt like knowing every word.
i n t e r tw i n e d Quotes.
Keeping you inside my heart is a selfish dream
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
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i wonder if i’ll ever feel like i belong somewhere
The kind of love we were
We were never ordinary.
We lived in the quiet hours
most people sleep through
random calls,
long messages,
the soft glow of your name
lighting up my phone
like a small sunrise.
You used to look at me
like the world had finally slowed down.
Hazel eyes, warm and steady,
holding mine
as if the rest of your life
had fallen silent for a moment.
We stole time.
Hotel rooms that felt like whole worlds,
airports where goodbye
never lasted long enough,
nights where your head
rested against my chest
like you had found
the safest place you knew.
You once called me home.
Not in passing
but in that quiet voice
you only used
when you meant something deeply.
And maybe that’s why
I still think about it.
Because what we had
was never casual.
It was reckless,
dangerous,
beautiful in the way
two people become
when they stop pretending
they don’t feel everything.
We loved in a way
that made the rest of life
feel dim by comparison.
And maybe that’s why
it couldn’t stay.
But I wonder sometimes
when the world is quiet again
and the night stretches long
if you ever remember
those moments
the way I do.
Not the ending.
Just the warmth of it.
The way your hand fit in mine.
The way we looked at each other
like we had discovered something
the rest of the world
had somehow missed.
Because if you do—
you already know.
Some loves
don’t disappear.
They wait
in the quiet parts of memory
until someone remembers
how rare they were. --Betweenthelines-ny
