I have kept them, dear.
The roses that you gave me
Wilted and cherished
Just like our own love story
Where our chapter’s done.
(via psych-facts)
”
[We rise.] What else can we do, we fucking rise.
Jon McGregor, from Even the Dogs (via the-final-sentence)
”
You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up, and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line, you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, and you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time.
(via thelovewhisperer)
(Source: flightmediclife, via distraction)
Where are you?
(Source: die4monds, via distraction)
(Source: naguilar07, via whentheheartwaits)
