The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
LANG LEAVI know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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