You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole.
i am seeing less and less of you (via pukin)
Her coffee is getting cold as she waits for him to miss her, while his cigarettes are running one after another, trying to forget her.
― (via high-und-gluecklich)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)

Oh wow

(via purplexity)

I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.
Albert CamusThe Stranger  (via wordsnquotes)
I’m in repair, I’m not together but I’m getting there.
John Mayer (via recoveryisbeautiful)

50shadezofcarter:

I text back embarrassingly fast

or three hours later

there is no in between