Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
LANG LEAVWhere the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
LANG LEAVThe only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
LANG LEAVThere is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
LANG LEAVI know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
LANG LEAVThere 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.
LANG LEAVThere 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.
LANG LEAVIf a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
LANG LEAVAnd I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
LANG LEAVYou can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
LANG LEAVUnderstand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
LANG LEAVBe patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
LANG LEAVAnd 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.
LANG LEAVHere’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
LANG LEAVLife has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
LANG LEAVIt was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
LANG LEAVThen there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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