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'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?' ~Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via avvfvl)

(Source: broadens)

You didn’t even care and that fucking hurts. ~(via high-on—summertime)
As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant. ~Nic Sheff (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Life goes on but hearts once broken never do. To move on you must leave them behind like wounded soldiers and when you’re strong enough you must come back for them but beware, don’t leave them long enough till they loose life. ~(via ducklingblack)
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Always remember three things:

1. Never settle for what society tells you is normal.

2. Never settle for less than you deserve.

3. And never settle for what you think is best for anyone else but yourself.

~EY (via latelycravingmore)

"When do you know it’s over?" He asked quietly.

"When someone stops trying," she answered. "Or worse, when trying no longer works."

~Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 (via blossomfully)
I remember when it was all about you.
All the love poems, love songs and looking at the star filled sky even had a hint of you.
Everything was you.
Now you’re just the heartbroken fiction, vindictive songs and the only time I see you in nature is when the rain reminds me of the tears you drew from me only too frequently ~23/09/14 (via incoloure)
I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need. ~C.R.   (via tellmefive)