What I’ve learned is that we all build our own universes. It’s made out of the stars and of the people we surround us with. It’s made of the places that have a special meaning to us and it’s made of all the bus stops and parking lots where we’ve spent countless minutes waiting for someone or something. Our universe is a fraction of a big whole. And sometimes, by meeting a special person, our universe expands and when this person leaves, it’s like when stars stops existing. We can still see and feel them but they’re not really there anymore.
we can blame it on a lot of things; or we can just admit we were shit people.
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"I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via rosettes)
(Source: hot-and-awkward, via milkshaked)
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It’s been nearly a month now since you left. At least I was right. I knew you would leave like everyone else did. I was just hoping that you wouldn’t. How stupid of me.
But, believe it or not, you’ve been the first person in over a year I would have given a chance. A real chance. You didn’t take it. Your bad luck and my broken heart. Again.
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(Source: leilockheart, via this--too--shall--pass)
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"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
Charles Bukowski (via johnjohnjohnjohnjohn)
(Source: indiependentmind, via brittanyisawesome)
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(Source: meine-astralwelt, via allmeinewunder)
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