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There is always, always something to be handful for. Find the silver lining.
Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. But that's what love is: love is being vulnerable.
I still want you. And the thought of someone else having you is like having a knife twist deep into my soul.
I don't want perfect. I want honest.
Your beauty blossoms a certain form of magic when restless in your sleep; and all the stars, in all their majesty, compete just to see.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
I'd better learn to live alone.
Do you collect the souls you've broke in your top dresser drawer? Count the number of tears you've displaced, on lonely bedroom floors?
I don't want good and I don't want good enough. I want can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without you love.
I just know that she warms my heart and knows what all my imperfections are. She said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.
The best you could hope to be is now just a bittersweet memory. You make breaking hearts look so easy.
Ps, I'll always love you and I'm scared to death of hurting you.
I think that she is stuck between who she is and who she wants to be.
I don't hate you, I love you; still. I am just disappointed that you turned into everything you said you would never be.
It is perfectly okay to admit that you're not okay.
Your smile is like the ocean, your kiss is like the sea. Your eyes like magic potions, they just encapture me.
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you.
In those times of trouble, when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home.
Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain, like a fire when it's cold outside, or thunder when it rains.
I miss the way you wanted me, when I was staying just out of reach. Begging for the slightest touch, you couldn't get enough.
I never meant
to get us in this deep.
I never meant
for this to mean a thing.
Even if you cannot imagine it now, there will come a day when you will thank that person for walking away from you.
I kiss you on the lips and I taste the sea: and the sea has always been home to me.
I'm ashamed that you love me, send me grace for the hearts that I stole.
Love is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person. It isn't just a strong feeling; it's a decision, a judgement, and a promise.
Until you are comfortable being alone, you'll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
At any moment you have the power to say: this is not how my story is going to end.
Those who grow out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most endearing people are covered in scars.
Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.
Sometimes, it's the scars that remind you that you survived. Sometimes, the scars tell you that you've healed.
I love you, and I have from the moment I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up, I just got stuck.
Be careful who you share your weaknesses with. Some people cannot wait for the opportunity to use them against you.
The things you hate most about yourself; those I will love most of all. Your shame, fears, and failures will know nothing if not my love.
Where are you now, where are you now? Do you ever think of me, in the quiet, in the crowds?
Someday this pain will be useful to you.
There are so many fragile things, after all.
People break so easily, and so do dreams, and hearts.
Everyone wants to be your sun, but not me. I want to be your moon, so I can light up your darkest moments when your sun isn't around.
Live in such a way that if anyone should speak badly of you, no one will believe it.
Hey. You don't need him to be happy.
What is meant for you will be yours. It is only a matter of time. Be patient.
Things come apart so very easily when they have been held together with lies.
And then my soul saw you, and it kind of went "oh there you are, I've been searching for you."
I still remember when I saw you for the first time. I will never forget.
And still she finds that every time she runs she's leaves behind another piece of her, on every city street.
You own everything that happened to you, tell your story. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
I miss you on the lips and I taste the sea; and the sea has always been home to me.
Do not let loneliness drive you back into the arms of someone you do not belong with.
Crying is not an indication that you're weak. Since birth it has always been a sign that you were alive.