He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
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I must have flowers, always, and always.
Claude Monet   (via middecember)

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You can’t just make me different and then leave.
 Looking for Alaska, John Green (via dissapolnted)

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Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.
Anonymous (via versteur)

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What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via mediumicedcoffee)

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Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time.
(via feargasms)

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You always look so cool, like no matter what happens, it’s got nothing to do with you, but you’re not really like that. In your own way, you’re out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people can’t tell by looking at you.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via psych-facts)

(via rebelswithoutacause)

Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
Good Will Hunting (1997)

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I could use this tonight — well, every night — but more so tonight. 

Edward Frenkel and Laurent DeRobert “Existential Love and Math”
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
John C. Moffi (via omgtiffanywtf)

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I want to taste your lips before coffee and your skin before sunshine.
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