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When our hands finally met, everything that needed to be said, was said.

Michael Faudet  

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I’ve lost you for forever, my dear.

And it seems as if there is nothing I can do to stop you from leaving.

You might come back. You might.

But I don’t think you will. I want you to.

But I can’t hope that you do.

Because if I hope, and you do not, I’ll be broken.

Don’t touch me. Please, don’t touch me. You mustn’t. You must know. I can’t stand it, that’s all. Please understand.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Communication

I remember when we actually talked.

Not just the flirty times

Or when we talked about things for hours on end

But just listened and discussed together.

And now it’s so quiet…

elenabobotran:

exorscissorz:

beachedtrust:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

the caption 

you have to read this

And this is how you lost me.

elenabobotran:

exorscissorz:

beachedtrust:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

the caption 

you have to read this

And this is how you lost me.

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cocoaferret:

please don’t look at me

daisies and anxieties

thelovenotebook:

everything love

This is so fucking relevant in my life right now…

thelovenotebook:

everything love

This is so fucking relevant in my life right now…

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When our hands finally met, everything that needed to be said, was said.

Michael Faudet  

Follow him here

(via lovequotesrus)

(via lovequotesrus)

I’ve lost you for forever, my dear.

And it seems as if there is nothing I can do to stop you from leaving.

You might come back. You might.

But I don’t think you will. I want you to.

But I can’t hope that you do.

Because if I hope, and you do not, I’ll be broken.

Don’t touch me. Please, don’t touch me. You mustn’t. You must know. I can’t stand it, that’s all. Please understand.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via backshelfpoet)

Communication

I remember when we actually talked.

Not just the flirty times

Or when we talked about things for hours on end

But just listened and discussed together.

And now it’s so quiet…

elenabobotran:

exorscissorz:

beachedtrust:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

the caption 

you have to read this

And this is how you lost me.

elenabobotran:

exorscissorz:

beachedtrust:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

the caption 

you have to read this

And this is how you lost me.

(via moodiful819)

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cocoaferret:

please don’t look at me

daisies and anxieties

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thelovenotebook:

everything love

This is so fucking relevant in my life right now…

thelovenotebook:

everything love

This is so fucking relevant in my life right now…

(via wishtly)

"When our hands finally met, everything that needed to be said, was said."
I’ve lost you for forever, my dear.
RUNNING INTO MY BOYFRIEND’S EX
"Don’t touch me. Please, don’t touch me. You mustn’t. You must know. I can’t stand it, that’s all. Please understand."
Communication
I’ve fallen behind on reality.

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