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The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.

I stared at her.

You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.

I stared at her.

When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.

I stared.

When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.

- James Frey, A Million Little Pieces

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The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.
I stared at her.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.
I stared at her.
When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.
I stared.
When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.
- James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
❝ I wish I knew how to put my feelings into words

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9 days
❝ Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

— Isaac Asimov (via w-ritings)

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14 days

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14 days
❝ You know, most people think that when you cry, it’s because you’re sad. But that’s not always true. When you cry, it means you’re full. You can’t carry all of something, so it spills over. Some people cry when they’re happy. Some people cry when they’re angry or frustrated. Some people cry when they’re in love. It doesn’t matter, really. So, when you cry, it doesn’t mean anything bad. It doesn’t mean you’re being weak or silly. It means that you got full somehow.

— Anonymous (via timedoesnotexisthere)

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❝ You can decorate absence however you want―but you’re still going to feel what’s missing.

— Siobhan Vivian (via b0y-x)

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❝ Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you’ve seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and wishing they were right there with you.

— Unknown  (via tellmefive)

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28 days

28 days
❝ Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

— Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness Of Being (via violentwavesofemotion)

❝ When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

— Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life (via quotes-shape-us)

❝ If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

— David Levithan, Every Day (via quotes-shape-us)

❝ The moment you want to tell someone something but you know what they’ll say and you just don’t want to hear it, so you hold it deep in your throat and let it hurt you. And by keeping that thing away you’re giving yourself an illusion that there’s hope that the person may say what you really want to hear. It’s like you’re choosing not get hurt now tho you know you’re going to get hurt later.

— (via sarahhswritings)

❝ When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.

— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via quotes-shape-us)