I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it. (via iwishtheseweremywords)
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Andreea Diaconu & Edita Vilkeviciute in “Un Week-End” for Vogue Paris, May 2014. 
Photographed by: Mikael Jansson

L’immortelle (Alain Robbe-Grillet, 1963)
But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later. (via iwishtheseweremywords)
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Stop asking me to trust
you while I’m still coughing
up water from the last time
you let me drown. (via iwishtheseweremywords)
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Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. (via iwishtheseweremywords)
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The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn’t just happen once. I lose you every single day that we don’t speak. When I wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn’t there, and when I go to sleep at night after I realize that the only person I want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn’t there. And I lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you, go to call you, and then I don’t. I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, but that’s not true. I miss you when I’m around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you’re always there…somewhere. I can’t not think about you. It’s only when I’m asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking and wanting and missing. But, then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, see that you didn’t call and I just know I’m going to feel it all over again. (via iwishtheseweremywords)
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