I will never forget the way you looked at me.
I swear, I never will // R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)
When I first met you it was like my inner version of the solar system was completely reorganised,
I was completely drawn and attracted to you,
Everything was always about you,
My world revolved around you,
I couldn’t get you out of my head.
Now everything is falling back into place again,
I’m doing things for myself now,
Lately I’m learning how to cope without your presence,
Although every so often my mind drifts back to you,
It’s like sometimes I get lost in you all over again.
i wish i didn’t  (via iclungtoy0u)
I keep trying to kiss someone new to erase the mark that your lips left on mine but every time I do, all I can think about is your hands moving from my face to my hips and the feel of your skin on mine. Kissing other people can’t make me forget the way you made me feel.
― I wish it did but it doesn’t (via n4ughty-y)
I used to drink the memory of you away. It was easier than dealing with the hollow feeling you left me with.
I’ve drunken my weight in whiskey - Poemsforthebad (via poemsforthebad)ove
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
― Platonov, AndreiHappy Moscow (via creatingaquietmind)
I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.
― Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)
Does anything hurt more than
missing someone?
― Alena M. (via 400eurojob)
Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,
Breathe.
― Unknown  (via jenikkafrancinee)
Someone asked me why I never wanted to be with my friends, why I always chose to be alone. I didn’t have to heart to tell them it wasn’t my choice.
― (11/365) by (KJ)
People get drunk.
They kiss the wrong person.
And pretend to be okay.
People will do anything
to distract their heart.
They will do anything to
distract it from
missing someone.
― (via l-yps)
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
― (via wordsthat-speak)
I’ve never heard something louder than the silence between us.
― (via naayr)