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sarradinha:

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desperatelyseekingsanctuary:

All I wanted was for you to stay here with me forever, welcoming lazy Saturday mornings because we’d have endless more, together, to come.

I wonder whose bed you wake up in now?

everythings-reminding-me-of-you:

“I’d give anything for you to look at me again the way you did back then.”

-16/01/2019

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6i:

call me when your heart remembers.

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thebookquotes:

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, […]. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair […]. I fucking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again.

— James Frey, My Friend Leonard

poemswords:

“Leave me to my own absurdity.”

—

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