I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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I 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.
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