I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough… Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via hqlines)
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Sunset - by: Luis Peralta
You told me to trust you but I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown. slovesgummybears (via 0riginal)

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Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you. I know that right now the idea of getting over it is unimaginable. It’s impossible, inconceivable, unthinkable. You don’t want to get over it. Why should you? It’s all you’ve got. You don’t want kind words, you don’t care what other people think or say, you don’t want to know how they felt when they lost someone, They’re not you, are they! They can’t feel what you feel. The only thing you want is the things you can’t have. It’s gone. Never coming back. No one know how that feels. No one know what it’s like to reach out and touch someone who isn’t there and will never be there again. No one knows the unifiable emptiness. No one but you. You and me, love. We don’t want anything. We want to die, but life won’t let us. We’re all it’s got. Kevin Brooks, Lucas (via hqlines)
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The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down. Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via hqlines)
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I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything. (via ora-le)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via dancingwithbunnies)

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