Reblogged from thingswilllookup
those relationships that unite best friends and turn them into lovers
Our first conversation was on September 13,2009. Our last conversation was on January 7,2012. The first time we ever stopped talking was on December 25,2009. The next time was in the spring of 2010. In all this time, I’ve like you and I’ve hated. But most importantly, I’ve allowed myself to love you. I have yet to find a person who compares to you. I tried. I failed. There’s not a single day that I don’t think about you and everything we used to have. Sometimes I think “maybe I wasn’t meant to be with him.” But then, I tell myself that if it wasn’t meant to happen, even if it was temporary, neither one of us would have had these same feelings for this long. I still don’t know what it is about you, and at this point, I don’t care what it is. All I care about is the fact that I want it more than anything in this world and it’s the one thing that seems impossible to get. I’m IN love with you…there! I said it. This isn’t something that I’m willing to just let to of. If I did that, I believe that I would regret it for the rest of my life. I couldn’t imagine.
Lisa Kleypas (via entirelyyrachel
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(Source: venebelle, via audire-ad-cor)
Love will make you steal. Love will make you kill. Love will make you say and do things that you never thought you would. Love will make you change everything. Love will make you sacrifice everything. Love will make you drop everything. Love will keep you alive. Love will kill you. Love will do it to you. Love will do it to her. Love will do it to him. Love will do it to me.
Love is what we are here for.
Nice
Pablo Neruda (via tastyfuck
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(Source: fernsandmoss, via audire-ad-cor)
Reblog if you care. Don’t worry, this will not kill your Tumblr.
You’re extremely fortunate? Yes?! Ok. Go help someone who is less fortunate and make a difference. This should be the goal of the United States. We’d do big things with this mentality.
(Source: the-skyisyours, via eccentricattire)
I’m lonely, but it’s my fault.
I don’t know how to create effective, lasting relationships with people because of my childhood and past heart breaks.
So, I lost my heart long, long ago.
I wan’t love so, so bad…like sometimes I write pieces on love about a woman I’ve never met, and I want to…
This is amazing and I know exactly how you feel. Guys make girls feel the same way
I still remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you and if I could, I’d go back to experience every single one again-good and bad
(Source: , via dxpe-minded)
