05.26.12 @ 21:19♥3134

sallymurphy:

sometimes i look at random people on the train or walking down the street and wonder about their day or what they had for breakfast or where they grew up and if they’re having a good or a bad day and i wonder if people do the same to me

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05.26.12 @ 16:01♥23808

It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself, too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave.

~   John Green, Looking for Alaska. (via ifollow-rivers)

05.25.12 @ 23:11♥376

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

~   Life of Pi by Yann Martel
 (via thechocolatebrigade)

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05.25.12 @ 13:43♥1660

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

~   Haruki Murakami (via creatingaquietmind)

05.24.12 @ 19:47♥3967

quoteloveinsatiable
kay-ceee-uh: this ^

05.24.12 @ 19:25♥63942

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