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We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way everyday. Sad.

Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via hellotitsy)

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jaclynsovern:

Flat Iron: winter time (by jaclynsovern)

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intensional:

i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word

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To me you’re the sea and I have fallen in love with salt on my skin.

Unknown (via abstractnumbers)

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I would have waited for you.
This is the most devastating
thing. You knew I was willing
to wait and never asked me.

anne, timing (via anneisrestless)

God. This sums it up perfectly.

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