لست حزيناً جداً. كل الأحداث التي تراكمت في الأيام الماضية لم تقصم ظهري بعد. صحيح أنه انحنى بشكل مثير للسخرية، لكن دائماً ثمة مكان لحزن جديد و خيبة أخرى. الأوجاع المتوالية يُرقق بعضها بعضاً، بل يُلغي بعضها بعضاً بجبروت و تكبّر. المشكلة انك لا تعيش حزنك بشكل كافٍ لإنهائه. تنتقل منه مبكراً. كل وجع يبتر الوجع الذي قبله بشكل مشوه. - (via na-a-a)

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I sent you a thousand letters and I bet you read each one a thousand times. Our fingertips are drifting beyond rescue and now I’m running out of letters and I’m running out of words, but I’m not running out of love. You see my problem?
Space and time and no phone calls don’t mean I forgot the feel of your skin. Unsaid words don’t mean you learnt to live without me. And my jumbled thoughts can’t be put into letters anymore. I don’t know what address to send them to anymore. So now they’re spinning around in a void, but maybe someday, somehow, you’ll understand every word.
You’ve read my every thought with your name on it. No fences, no barriers. So you know there was never any hate, never indifference.
Only love. There’s always gonna be only love for you.

And there are not enough envelopes in the world to send all of it to you. Maybe it’s best we sent our goodbyes.

-

Lakshmi Nagaraj

After everything, you didn’t fight for me, didn’t pull me back. Let me go so easily.

You led me to believe I’m not worthy of love

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All I need is someone who is ready to accept my flaws. -

Unknown (via thelovenotebook)

 

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