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.

anne, fyi (via anneisrestless)

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)