We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn. Your love for him is the same—it runs wild and free. Like the air around you, it stretches all across the world, it does not leave a single thing untouched. You carry that love with you, like a bright and blazing beacon, a straight line from your heart to his.
Lang Leav (via lovequotesrus)
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It has been one month and two days since you died.

One month, one week, and six days since I last spoke to you.

This does not get easier. 

Somehow I can go hours without remembering that I exist in a world where you do not and then all at once it hits me—the crushing weight that is your absence.

Sad is not a big enough word for what I am feeling nor grieving, mourning, bereavement.  I used to find solace in words and language and how, so perfectly, the combination of certain phrases could serve as a synopsis for emotion.


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All those things that weren’t supposed to happen? They happened. But what happens next is up to you.

Hank Moody, Californication 

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forgotn1:

"I fucked up, guys. I fucked up."

forgotn1:

"I fucked up, guys. I fucked up."

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So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via larmoyante)
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It’s like hanging your clothes on the line just as a storm shows itself on the horizon. 
Or like running out of gas 2 miles outside of town.
Like planting potatoes, spending hours digging up the dirt, tending to the crop, and finding that it did not yield a single spud.

It’s like trying to breathe deep but gasping on the air.  I wonder if I, too, am having a heart attack.

It’s like missing you.


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