We’re always blind for the beauty that’s right in front of us and crave madly the one that’s unreachable.
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Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember; all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)

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"I’M AFRAID WE’LL ALWAYS BEA BOOK WITH THE END PAGES RIPPED OUT.”

— Madisen Kuhn, Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds? 

"I’M AFRAID WE’LL ALWAYS BE
A BOOK WITH THE END PAGES RIPPED OUT.”

— Madisen Kuhn, Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds? 

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