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if we ever stop talking and you don’t know how to get back to me, just send me a picture of moon.
the way to my heart
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Grief is proof I’ve loved. I’ve loved and will continue to love, even when I’ve grieved longer than you were here.
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friendship can be so fleeting no wonder humans are so scared to be vulnerable . what do you mean we put our hearts and souls into people only for something as simple as time to rob our bonds … what do you mean some friendships just aren’t meant to last forever?? that sometimes we outgrow people we once knew better than the lines on our palms?? when the version of them we have in our heads becomes outdated, when it means nothing that we know exactly how they take their coffee and why they don’t talk about their brother. that today I mean the world to somebody who might only think of me on my birthday in a years time. what an open fucking wound.
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-Suicide letters from Anne sexton
