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Maybe I've said too much, or really haven't said enough. All these words they come undone. I'm getting lost in the meaning.

Thursday, October 02, 2008 ♥
you're my favorite thing by far

Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.
Eileen Mayhew



There are some things, I think, you’re better off not remembering


It is strange suddenly, having a memory come back out of nowhere. You think you’re going crazy; you wonder where this recollection has been hiding all your life. You try to push it away, because you think you’ve hammered out the whole timeline of your life, but then you see that one extra moment, and suddenly you are breaking apart what you thought was a solid segment and seeing it for what it is: a string of events, shoulder to shoulder, and a gap where there is room for one more.



“Don’t say we aren't right for each other, the way I see it is… We aren't right for anyone else.”
-The Cutting Edge


"Don't ever give up if you still want to try, don't ever wipe your tears if you still want to cry. Don't ever settle for an answer if you still want to know. Don't ever say you don't love him if you can't let him go."



There's no way around it, I hurt the one who meant the most to me.


6:46 PM