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)

She moved on, and i feel sorry for you, because she thought you were the most amazing boy ever. If she could have had any guy in the world, she still would have picked you. Now, you’re just another part of her past, a memory faded every day. And someday, she’ll find the one she deserves, and he will make her the happiest girl in the world.

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Society is like a stew. If you don’t stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

— Edward Abbey (via kushandwizdom)

She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.

— Melissa de la Cruz, The Van Alen Legacy (via larmoyante)

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via pacificaly)