He runs his hand through his hair. “But that’s it, isn’t it?” He says. “When you love someone, you let them get away with murder. “Even if it’s your own.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #79  (via blossomfully)

“When do you know it’s over?” He asked quietly. “When someone stops trying,” she answered. “Or worse, when trying no longer works.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 (via blossomfully)

Why do I love him? Because he is like water. Because he ebbs and flows like the ocean. Because I will never hold him, except in an instance, in the palms of my hands. Because he loves me, but he will never stay and I will choose him in spite of this. Because once, he played a song that wrapped its claws around my heart and I said, okay. I said, fine. I said, you win, I love you. I love you.

Sue Zhao   (via blossomfully)

“If one day you wake up and you no longer care about me,” she says, “say so over our morning coffee and I will let you leave.” “I will not ask you why. I will not ask you to stay one more night. I will give you a small smile to say that it is okay and that people lose feelings for all sorts of reasons and that I will survive.” “So if it comes to it,” she says, “just say so. You should stay because you want to. You should leave if you need.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #131 (via blossomfully)

You can surround yourself with people who love you and still feel alone,“ he said. “You can laugh with a hundred friends but still cry when you get home.” “The problem with most of us,“ he said, "is not the lack of love. It’s the inability to understand why anyone in their right mind would want to love us.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #269  (via blossomfully)

Sometimes you say you hate someone because you don’t know what else to call it,“ she says, “it’s not hate really. It’s actually a form of love. “It’s just love that doesn’t have any place to go.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #253 (via blossomfully)

famous last words // my chemical romance

I feel like I've literally seen a different side of certain people that I saw so highly of

I take too much to the heart and it's such a bad habit

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.

Sigmund Freud (via ldarknessl)

This is more than perfect.

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