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atmosthetic:

When I think of you late at night
I remember you leaving me.
When I see you in the crowd 
I just want to look away.

But sometimes I can’t keep my eyes off of you,
and suddenly I feel all this pain again.
And let me tell you, I might still love you,
but fuck I’m so glad you’re finally out of my life. 

4:47 am  55 notes

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me

12:59 am  36 notes

“What was it like to lose him?
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.”

— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

venula:

We were never in love,
but my God,
we were so close.

2:55 am  1,280 notes

“I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.”

— Veronica Roth

"I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can’t see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine." 
 —Jack Llawayllynn, Indulgence

12:51 am  581 notes

"I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can’t see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine." 

 —Jack Llawayllynn, Indulgence

“This has never been a guarantee,
but I will always love you the same.”

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 34 (via venula)

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