And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends have been evasive about it, at the time.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via loveyourpoetry)

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euphorish:

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I’m a hopeless romantic in a world where romance is dead and love is taken for granted.

Mr. Brightside (via theapatheia)

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.

Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via quoted-books)
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I think the saddest thing someone could ever say is ‘please don’t leave me’.

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There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything

Luna Adriana (via a-s-h-e)

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ninetieskid-withadream:

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Yo ya era así antes de que tú llegaras, caminaba por las mismas calles y comía las mismas cosas. Incluso antes de que llegaras yo ya vivía enamorado de ti y a veces, no pocas, te extrañaba como si supiera que me hacías falta.

Julio Cortázar. (via yukside)

No puede ser que estemos aquí para no poder ser.

Cortazar - Rayuela (via alejandra-mateusm96)