(Source: 60s70s, via themoonphase)


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And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)

(via writtenpolaroid)


Possessed to Skate

I don’t know how to start. There’re so many blended feelings in this heart, which is known for being strong but instead is fragile and aches so badly. And I’ve been thinking during this two months time you were human and you had feelings too. And it’s true, you feel everything but miss me. I wish I could be like this. I wish I could not miss our laughs and our conversations. I wish I didn’t miss your secrets, the ones you haven’t told anyone but me. I wish I didn’t miss our study times that were nothing but excuses to see each other and often ended up with kisses in your bed. I wish I could not miss your “Good morning babe” neither your “Sleep tight my love”. I wanted so badly not to miss your kiss. I wish was able to not miss you by my side, to not miss your smile and affection, and to not miss my best friend. I wish I didn’t miss you, at all. That’s it, I wish I could have a soul as cold as yours, and don’t feel anything. I wish I didn’t want to go back to December all the time. I wish I could forget these stupid little memories that do nothing but break my heart.

Second paragraph of the letter I’ll never give to you but I wish you read. (via writtenpolaroid)