I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.

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"Keep your relationship private without keeping your partner a secret. There’s a difference between privacy and secrecy."

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[invisiblebread]

I’m laughing so fucking hard, because this is exactly how I feel.

John Atkinson Grimshaw, Lovers in a Wood, 1873
"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."

Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via whatalovelythought)

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"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

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"Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something."

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