Pauline Hoarau and Hollie-May Saker after Prabal Gurung F/W 2014
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Even after he left, it was like he was still there.
I’d still wait for his text at 8 while watching my favorite show at night.
I’d still eagerly wait for McDonalds on Friday at 1:45 in the afternoon when we’d go together.
I’d still go asleep, desperate for morning to come so I could see his face again.
I’d still wait for him to come up from behind me after school and walk with me.
I’d still expect him to wait for me before lunch.
I’d still love him.
I still love him.
I love him.
my words to you after 2 months (via itzonlyyoubabe)
I can’t talk to people. I can’t relate to what they tell me, comfort them when they are upset or even show any kind of compassion when they need it. Some people think it is because I’m cold or don’t care, but really, it is due to my time spent alone. After you’ve lived with so much loneliness in your chest, after you’ve faded into the background and stayed there for so long, all you know how to speak is silence.
MC (via wnq-writers)
I don’t think the hardest part is losing someone. I mean I know it hurts like hell, like a jagged, rusty knife being repeatedly stabbed in your chest. But that isn’t the hardest part, not for me at least. I think the hardest thing is realizing you still want them so bad after they leave, but knowing it would never be the same. I mean how do you trust someone again after they’ve showed you your deepest, darkest fear? The hardest part isn’t the leaving at all, but realizing you’ll never get back what you once had.
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
(via rumour)
She let her feelings get bottled up inside for so long that suddenly it all came pouring out, like a river suddenly flowing, after being blocked by a dam that it thought it would never defeat.
day-d-re-am-ing (via wordsnquotes)
I just realized
that nobody really knows
“The purpose of life”
By the time we feel
we can figure it out,
we are 6 feet under the ground.
Our bodies ready to decay.
We come from nature,
and that’s who we return to.
There is actually no purpose of life.
We are just living.
Nobody lives long enough to
figure it all out.
You can run as fast you want sometimes, but everything, will catch up with you eventually. Especially if the thing you’re escaping is yourself.
It’ll manifest in different ways and then one day you’ll realise that you have to confront the truth. It may not happen all at once, but it’ll happen.
So talk. Write. Let it out, you’ll find that you have to if you want to breathe again.
Life isn’t fair, it’s a truth that’s been known to humanity since the beginning of time.
But we can’t let that stop us. At least not forever.
After everything that happened, I’m proud that I gave you up with a smile, knowing she’ll love you more than I did…
But baby, always remember: You were the fight that I will never, ever forget.