I’m losing you. More and more each day. You’re fading. I can’t remember little things any more. Things I used to love. They’re gone. That’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to forget you, I just wanted to get over you. Can those not happen separately? Do I have to forget you in order to be fully over you? That’s not very fair. You were my first… everything. I don’t want to forget that. I don’t want to forget anything that came from that. But it looks like I don’t have a choice. Here I am, desperately trying to remember what your voice sounds like, and I’m failing. Such small little things like that, things I used to hear everyday, are fading. That’s so, so scary to me. But it’s happening, and you should know. I didn’t want to forget you. Honest. I’m sorry. 

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matasdauginis:

The 1975 vocalist/guitarist Matthew Healy

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The 1975 vocalist/guitarist Matthew Healy

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the high that u get after u watch a movie in a movie theater is what i LIVE for its beautiful

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First love is scary because it’s like “holy crap, why is this person the first thing I think of in the morning, why am I disappointed when I don’t dream of them? Why is the desire to be with them so much stronger than hunger and thirst and exhaustion? Why does their name look so pretty written down? Why do I feel like I just fell out of a 30 story building when they look at me, and why do I like it?” And you become so comfortable with them that when they leave, your body doesn’t know how to react because they were as common to you as breathing, and now you’re missing a vital part of yourself. You forget that you were someone before them. You think “I was so empty until I met them.” No, you were full. And when you learned about love, you were fuller. Now you’re back to where you were before, and you need to fill yourself with other things. Fall in love with the way sunflowers naturally curve to face the sun, and the way children have no idea about taxes. Fall in love with the fact that you’re here and you’re still able to feel. Fall in love with the idea that you’re still whole, even when it’s 3 am and you can’t remember how to breathe because you think they taught you how to do that.
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Lessons about Heartbreak from a Hypocrite by Megan M.

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fireflies in timelapse, photos by (click pic) vincent bradytakehito miyataketsuneaki hiramatsu and spencer black

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"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me." - Like Crazy
"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me." - Like Crazy

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you.
not wanting me.
was
the beginning of me.
wanting myself.
thank you.
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neverland-of-the-lost-boys:

this is a poem from me @omg_emma unter We Heart It.

neverland-of-the-lost-boys:

this is a poem from me @omg_emma unter We Heart It.

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