it’s not winter anymore but I’m
and you’re not mine anymore
but I’m still in love
He’s like a drug that I just stopped taking. It feels so great knowing that I don’t need him and knowing I don’t have to depend on him.
But somedays, I wake up and I just crave him. I crave all of him, and it hurts so much to resist him.
Me. (Carly Joy Pavey)
I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
The Smiths (via elauxe)
There are two types of waiting. There’s the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
Unknown (via quotethat)
Good things happen when you go with the flow.
Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)