It’s you, it’s always been you. Ever since I placed my eyes on you, I’ve loved you, I’ve craved you, I’ve needed you. And you’re not here to hold me anymore and I try so damn hard to be okay with that, but the truth is I’m not okay. Because it’s you, it’s always been you and I’m scared that it always will be you. - things I wish I could send to you (via fxck-every-1)

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Oh I miss you, I miss you to the point where your flaws are suddenly perfection. Your stupid idiot laugh is no longer annoying, your silly attempt to yell is no longer funny, your weird smile is no longer weird. We break up and you become more perfect to me, why is that? How is that fair? - (via fxck-every-1)

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I used to love sleep, it was my only escape from all problems in reality
But then you left, and now not even sleep can escape the thought of you - I don’t remember the last time I slept (via fxck-every-1)

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. - (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: quozio.com, via gosh)