Expectations is the root of all heartache.

Kat Rosenfield, Amelia Anne is Dead and Gone


Kat Rosenfield, Amelia Anne is Dead and Gone

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He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via larmoyante)
I wasted a year on you.
- Six Word Story #1  (via perfect)

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Yesterday I was sad, today I am happy! Yesterday I had a problem, today I still have the same problem! But today I changed the way I look at it!
- C. JoyBell C. (via perfect)

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There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
- Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss (via larmoyante)
Be committed, not attached. But more importantly, know the difference.
- Kai, Lessons in Life #21 (via rosyblooms)

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Pantherophis Obsoletus

Yesterday is just a number.
All of its winters avalanche
out of sight.
What was, is gone.

I imitate
a memory of belief
that I do not own.

What if our hearts could be connected like constellations?
- A. Ryutaro 有村竜太郎 (via anttliae)

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It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.”

And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures.

- pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You (via chipotlechickenburrito)

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Your heart’s broken but your whole body hurts. Then you get into bed at night, thankful to be back in a safe haven under the covers where you can cry alone and not be judged for being so weak to another human being, when all of our lives we are taught to be independent. And after a silent moment in the dark, you swear that your heart is completely crushed and it just can’t hurt anymore, so you fall asleep praying to God that you don’t dream of them for another night in a row. Then you wake up the next morning with, somehow, a whole heart again but like clockwork, the cycle starts over and the pieces begin to fall.
You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.
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