I Wonder If You Still Read My Poems. If You Do, I Think About Us Sometimes Too. But I’m Glad Youre

You're not the same boy and I'm not the same girl we were when we fell in and out of love. That is both heart-wrenching and relieving.

I still remember who you were

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

“You insist you don’t care about him anymore but somedays waking up feels like a reminder that he’s gone. “You insist you don’t care about him anymore. Maybe it’s only because he doesn’t care about you.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #220 (via blossomfully)

when you get this ask, list five things that make you happy and pass this on to the last ten people that reblogged/liked something on your blog

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 cats that come to me first for a cuddle

seeing the moon during the day

chalk drawings

seeing someone get really passionate about one of their fave things

photography

im horny but like… horny for a successful future full of happiness and satisfaction with the person ive become

Grease (1978)

for far more than i knew poetry was nothing more than a home i created as the only way to still be close to you

k.m (via fluohrine)

So this is the end. Or this is the beginning. If I cut my hair off and buy new lipstick, it almost doesn’t feel like starting over.

Trista Mateer (via halfgirlhalfasleep)

From time to time, it seems like it could all be okay again. It seems like I could run into his arms and we could forget that we had once broken up or fought or disagreed at all. But sometimes it feels like I’ll always be stuck a page ahead of him. It feels like he’s running as fast he can and I’m walking as slow as possible but I’m still too fast. And for that, I am deeply sorry.

i miss you so much that i almost put your name in this one (via fraagmented)