Need this now.
|—||6 word poem (via mutilated-mentality)|
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)|
You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
|—||A Farewell to Arms (Ernest Hemingway)|
"but it was you who left me"
MIKKO KUORINKI, 2010
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
please write about a boy that i know is going to be no good for me