I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.

— you don’t have to come back  (via extrasad)

iabty:

yo dylan u were always my favorite even when i was in 3rd grade and everyone said u were fat i stood by u

iabty:

yo dylan u were always my favorite even when i was in 3rd grade and everyone said u were fat i stood by u

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

Most of the pain you’re dealing with are really just thoughts… ever think of that?

— (via my-mind-is-scaring-me)

I wanna be your idea of perfect

— Jay Gatsby (Leo)

I hope one day
someone asks you
about him
and you laugh
instead of feeling
a double edged
dager on your chest.

— Alexa Evangelista (via vodkakilledtheteens)

I remember staying up this late just for you.

— Me  (via ohdangitsnina)

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