“I want to feel something real. I want to be intoxicated by someone’s very presence. I want the butterflies and mixed feelings. I want confusion. I want the mood swings. I just want to feel.”— Unknown (via creampuff)
“Life isn’t supposed to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss. Life isn’t supposed to be a battle at all. And when it comes to happiness, well, sometimes life is just okay, sometimes it’s comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring, sometimes unpleasant. When your day’s not perfect, it’s not a failure or a terrible loss. It’s just another day.”—Barbara Sher (via hrrrthrrr)
i cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
this is so hard to go through. all i do is scream "you can’t do this to me!" in my head. this wasn’t supposed to happen so soon. this is a different kind of pain. he was the missing piece to my puzzle, he made life how it should be. he was new and exciting. he was fireworks. he was laughter. he was cuddles. he was comfort. he was becoming mine.
everything is dull right now. nothing compares. i miss him. i can’t think of him without crying. this part sucks.
“It is not heroin or cocaine that makes one an addict, it is the need to escape from a harsh reality. There are more television addicts, more baseball and football addicts, more movie addicts, and certainly more alcohol addicts in this country than there are narcotics addicts.”—
“I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”—He’s Just Not That Into You (via filmquotes) (via quote-book)
“The smell of your skin,
the taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
You touch every place in my heart
Oh, it feels like the first time every time,
I want to spend the whole night in your eyes”—Amazed, Lonestar (via thisisaheart) (via poignant) (via shany) (via pieces)
“And I loved him, jesus how I loved him. It wasnt love of course, even I can see now that it was infatuation, but at the time it near enough killed me. It’s so passionate, so intense, so painful, that even years afterward you still feel the hurt when you hear their name.”—Jane Green, Straight Talking (via quotewhore) (via breathsoftruth)
“He sat in the big chair and held out his arms so that she could nestle inside them. ‘I knew you’d come tonight,’ she said softly, ‘like summer just when I needed you most.’”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thoughtsdetained) (via scout) (via pieces)