couldn’t even reply thats how speechless I am.
Reblog to show this person you care about them, and how disgusting society is.
it wont make your “blog ugly” it’ll show you give a fuck
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Mikhail said someone used this song to describe Snape’s chapter in Deathly Hallows. I just think I’ve found a new song to play over and over again.
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can’t help feeling
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can’t help feeling
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| — | Rolling In The Deep (via sinkyourteethintobizarredreams) |
I remember all the late night talks and all the words I was comfortable saying to him, but I never would have been able to say to anyone else. I remember all the songs that take me back and make me smile. I remember all the promises we both knew would be broken. I remember all the moments he took my breath away and how he knew more about me than I thought anyone could. I remember the games we played, because we talked so much we couldn’t think of anything to say. I still think about the kind of person I must be to have thrown that all away.
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| — | (via eletheowl) |
I need someone to prove to me that I’m worth it, really worth it to them. Maybe all I need is a person who can show me that everyone is not the same. Honestly, I thought you were that person, but I was wrong. Is it too much to ask for someone to take a risk on me, to fight for me, to actually care enough to not let something go; the way I did for you? You never even thanked me. I acted the way I did because I cared. I didn’t realize it then, but I do now. I don’t do that for just anyone. So, call me crazy, but today…today I realized that I can’t keep waiting for you. I’m moving on, I can’t stay in one place waiting. I can’t be around you anymore. I’m not over it, I don’t get over things fast, I never have, no matter how much I try and convince myself. I’ll see you around sometime. I keep thinking maybe somehow, something will click & everything will go back to the way it was in the beginning. Maybe we could go back to that, but too much has been said and done. So, maybe you’ll get one more chance from me, maybe you won’t.
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| — | (via eletheowl) |
Suddenly, all I can think about are the things I don’t know about him. The things I never had time to learn. I don’t know if his feet are ticklish or what his favourite movies are. I don’t know if he gazes up at the sky and marvel at the stars like I do, or what shapes he sees in the clouds. I don’t know his fears, or what memories he hold closest to his heart.
There will always be those awkward moments when you walk by a person and remember everything you had.
But I didn’t regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.
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| — | It’s not summer without you by Jenny Han (via -itsjessica-) |








