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“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”
— André Aciman / Call Me by Your Name

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The best revenge is none. Heal, move on, and don’t become like those who hurt you.
I want someone who can’t stop kissing me and pulls me back in everytime i pull away
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today, I realized how accurate this saying is - “if someone’s absence bring you peace, you didn’t lose them”. keep that in mind.

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You never realize how fucked up someone treated you until you explain it to someone else.
“coming of age” books and movies are so stupid like being a teenager isn’t about having sex and going to parties it’s about staring out your car window after hanging out with your old best friends who you haven’t seen in months and realizing that you aren’t actually friends anymore and that your childhood has been well and truly dead since you were thirteen
you are not unloveable just because people have treated you poorly
tbh…. I hate communicating….. we can only be friends if u can read my mind…..
It was when I moved her hair away from her face and asked her why there were tears in her eyes that I realized. No one ever cared if she did. Or if she didn’t. Please don’t. Don’t cry.

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abraham lincoln, 1863
“My heart gets sad sometimes. I’m not really sure why. It just starts to ache and my body begins to feel hollow. My mind wanders. I hate feeling like this. I don’t want to. But I can’t help it. My heart just feels heavy.”
— You asked why I was so quiet (via criying)
Biggest lesson I’ve learned this year is that you can’t force someone to properly communicate with you & work things out. You can’t force someone to see your love is worth holding onto, eventually they will come to the realization themselves. If they want to run, let them run.
reblog if do you ever need a ten minute hug but only from a specific person

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“I have always been the kind of person who listens to everyone else’s story. I gently nudge them into lightening the weight on their shoulders. I like hearing about their lives. What makes them smile, what makes them cry. What hurts them, what gives them butterflies. I open the door to my comfort zone and let them take off their suit of armour for a bit. But sometimes I wonder if in this love for listening to others, I never learnt to tell them about myself or if they never really bothered to ask? It is difficult even for me to understand how I ever reached a point where I became more comfortable spilling my thoughts on a piece of paper for a thousand strangers to read, than sharing what I feel with those in the same physical space as me. I still love listening to stories, I just wish someone would want to listen to mine too.”
— how did I manage to feel unsafe in the safe place I built for others // .a.c.