You're Not The Same Boy And I'm Not The Same Girl We Were When We Fell In And Out Of Love. That Is Both

we are two small stars, and the universe expands between us.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Lucida is defined as the brightest star in a constellation. And in the constellation of my life, well, you were the lucida.

(via pretty-prose)

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

he never messed up, my dream

"I see the way you love her, and it's numbing."

A ten word story// c.e

Well, you’ll break his heart and he’ll break yours. But you won’t forget each other, even if one day you walk past him and neither of you acknowledges it. That’s the thing about first loves, you never forget them, they are the only person who gets your whole untouched heart. They get all the love you’ve saved up for this moment and they get to keep it forever. You may never speak again but you can guarantee that you can still picture his eyes looking into yours as he said those three words, the way he kissed you afterwards and couldn’t stop repeating those words over and over until you were both too tired to speak. However you’ll also always remember the last time he said those three words, and told you that he was going to come back for you, the way he made you believe that a happy ending did exist for both of you. Those memories will come back to you in waves, all the firsts and all the lasts, the good and the bad, but what’s important is the fact that your first love is just that, the first but not the last.

from me to you (via gemmarambles)

“You insist you don’t care about him anymore but somedays waking up feels like a reminder that he’s gone. “You insist you don’t care about him anymore. Maybe it’s only because he doesn’t care about you.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #220 (via blossomfully)