→ Dec 2014 "I still wait for your return" — (via yoursixwordstory)

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→ Dec 2014 "I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore." — Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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→ Dec 2014 "tell me,
isn’t it tragic?
to open yourself up
like a museum,
to turn yourself
inside out, only
to have everything
stolen under the
night." — A.Y // shadows that spill over naked spaces (via euphxriabz)

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→ Dec 2014 "You hug him goodbye like it’s nothing, while all you want to do is hold on forever, but you let go, smile and walk away. Then cry all the way home because you know it will never be the same because try as you might, you can’t make someone love you. Sometimes, you have to let them be free and letting go, that is when love hurts the most of all." — (via euphxriabz)

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→ Dec 2014 "I am a collection of dismantled almosts." — Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via flowersrotten)

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→ Dec 2014 "I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them." — Uma Thurman (via hedgehog-irl)

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