I miss saying your name. I miss your smile. I miss your silly ideas. I miss the way you move to music. I miss your laugh. I miss your kiss. I miss your smell
I think about kissing you and my heart beats so fucking fast.
(via this--too--shall--pass)
I’m not contacting you because I dont want to make you angry 😞 I dont want to make you hate me even more than you already do by annoying you, by having you be reminded of the things that happened.
I miss you fucking much. I love you just as much as the first time but just half of tomorrow. I love you so so much. It fucking hurts.
But
I’ve hurt you. So i’ll keep here. I miss you but I’ll keep here. I dont want to lose you but I dont want to push it further. So, I am here, FA. Here with you.
My heart is racing
This is the prettiest one
this is HOT
(via this--too--shall--pass)
Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms. For each of them, love would be the revelation of the self through the gift of the self and the enrichment of the universe.
–Simone de Beauvoir
(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)
Its in the way characters on screen move and talk that reminds me of you. Driving up lanes and roads, listening to Disclosure, Drake, or Florence.
I can get so mad at some things, screw it up, but the minute I hear your voice, your way of texting, your picture, it all dissipates and all I want to do is be with you.
No one has ever given me the feeling that I could just be beside them, die, and it’ll all be all right. No one has ever given me the same amount of acceptance as you have. I took your trust and respect and I crushed it. I did.
Remembering that, knowing that, I just want to…disappear. Maybe then, everyone’s lives will get better. Maybe yours will too.
I love you, FA. I did some messed up things but I never did them to hurt you. I never did them to be a proper cunt. I’m messed up.
I miss you. Every second I miss you. Every wind that blows through the leaves I miss you, I pixel of your picture makes me miss you even more. I wish we were all right. I wish we could go back and re-do us. I can be a better person. Everyone sees it, I do not.
I love you so much. I miss you in what feels like the worst time in our lives. I miss you, I cant stress that enough. No one can come close to you, no one can come close to being what you are to me; the heart to this soul, the light in the dark, the flower in a bed of Aish weeds.
I love you, FA. Please see this. 😞