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Unlucky in the game. Unlucky in love. Hopefulness in life.
D. C. L. (via alterated)
I do not excuse myself with the usual escape of ‘not trying.’ I tried with all my heart.
We’ve been apart for months now, and I wonder if you ever think of me before you fall asleep at night, or when you’re staring at the night sky.
If you ever stop doing what you’re doing because you suddenly remembered some random things that I told you.
If you can still see me at the places that we used to go and if you still think of our dreams that never came true.
If you can still feel the endless hugs and kisses that we shared.
I wonder
Because it’s been months now, but I still think of you.
fvck-username-blr (via wnq-writers)
No matter how much you smile and laugh during the day if you still cry at night you are not happy.
The hardest thing I have ever done was learning to accept the fact that you just weren’t in love with me the way I was with you.
dear cooke (via wordsnquotes)
Something that hurts to know is that I’m no one’s first priority. Maybe the third, maybe the last. But never the first.
penguin-maniac (via wnq-writers)
Yes, I was infatuated with you. I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.