Nothing is forever. Forever is a lie. All we have is what's between hello and goodbye.

 

Are you afraid because of how much you love me, or are you afraid because you know how much I love you?

Connotativewords | jl | Conflict (via alll-too-welll)

I tried everything. I smoked, drank, drove 100 on the freeway. Anything to make my heart feel the way it did when it beat next to yours.

I’m a mess (via vansandlesbians)

And suddenly, we were strangers again.

Six Word Story  (via hefuckin)

Why’d you come back in my life just to leave again?

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There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.

Luna Adriana  (via perfect)

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It makes me sad waking up alone when there’s someone willing to wake up with me

3 am thoughts (via suspend)

You only see him in your dreams anymore.
You fall asleep with shaking hands, praying to God you’ll dream of something other than his kiss.
You dream about the way his skin felt beneath your fingertips, and the trails he left with his tongue along your tummy.
Waking up is the hardest part, because you have to remind yourself that he’s still gone.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
You wake up feeling so broken that you decide it’s best to stay in bed for the day.
And I think the absolute saddest moment is not knowing whether you should go back to sleep or stay awake. It’s a cycle.
You don’t want to be awake to be reminded of his absence but God, you just don’t want him to visit you in your sleep anymore.
Both hurt equally as much.
Can’t you just get one fucking moment without the memory of him clouding your entire being?
Your heart shatters with the realization of how badly one human being has truly destroyed you.
You don’t want to be unconscious, but you sure as hell don’t want to be alive, either. You’re constantly haunted by the absence of him.

Dreams and reality- either way, you’re there  (via myheartin—words)

I guess that’s it, though.
All I’m really left with are pieces of you at this point.
Little things, like the goosebumps that would form on my skin after you kissed me or the light in your green eyes when you looked in mine.
The way you ran your fingers through your hair and the sound of your laugh that drove me insane.
I find myself choking on love poems and my sister tells me I scream your name in my sleep.
You feel like a far distant memory, something that I’m constantly trying so hard to hold onto. It’s like driving for hours with no definite destination.
You were part of me, and losing you was the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to do this for, this “dying without you” thing.
I know better than to beg for you to come back, though.
You have forgotten me, and I hope you’re happy. I really do.
I’ve always put your happiness before my own.
I miss you, God, I miss you, but I won’t bother you anymore.
Maybe one day we’ll be better for each other, but until then, I’ll just keep missing you. You’ll always be in my heart, but I know it’s over.