i know what I did.
I Want You to hug me, touch me, kiss me, caress me one last time, but my greedy self will ask for more. How does anyone controls this desired to be loved when they aren't for you?
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Just for today...please.
“If I told you I missed you, and you said you missed me too,” she says, “Do you think we could do it over again? Relearn each other’s names and I could tell you about my childhood. You could get bored of my stories all over again and I could get mad like I always used to. And I’m not saying we’d work. I know that we probably won’t. But logic doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. And right now I don’t give a damn about what logic has to say. Just tell me you miss me and I swear I’ll come running. Tell me you miss me and we can fall all over again.”
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
Happy birthday Ruggie !
To celebrate the new year I’ve put together each of these authors’ top quotes from my blog! Enjoy these quotes from the Armed Detective Agency authors!
“What frightens me, I admit, is that I am still very young. It seems to me sometimes that my real life has not begun. Take me away from here and give me some reason for living. I have none left. I have freed myself.”
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André Gide, The Immoralist
Even when it's bad when you are here, it's worst when you are not.
I don't know what to do.
Talk about my feelings, ask you for space, try to ignore you and forgive and heal myself. Or make as this doesn't matter, like I'm crazy for no reason and get with it for the rest of the year.
I only have this year left with you and I feel if I choose myself, I'll regret no choosing you. Maybe for the fact I know you won't fight for me nor try to stop me of leaving, just like the way you are, the way you feel safe. You said that you don't know what I'm talking about when I try to talk this situation with you, that it's just my anxiety again, that it's all in my head, but we are losing each other...
We both know this has to happen but deep down ww don't want it to end, we prefer to be uncomfortable with each other than to be alone, we are the same. But hating, blaming, hurting myself, makes a lot of people I love worry and you are not what I remember, like if last year was a lie. And I think when I grow up I will try to remember those sweet touches, kisses, hugs and wispers as what we were and not what we have become. I don't want you to blame me for leaving, I want you to stop me and change, but that just a foolish girl dream, it's not like those romantic dramas where they do what they can to be together, reality it's complicated, relationship are complicated, we are so complicated. And I want to make whats better for us withot hurting each other. I just don't know whats that answer yet
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐
“Talking to someone every single day for hours can be pretty destructive because there will come a day where you don’t speak at all and it’s going to be the loneliest feeling in the world.”
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
I want to say I'm sorry... I really am...so please... Don't leave me
“I feel as if the words ‘I’m sorry’ are written in blue ink over every inch of my body, but mysteriously I cannot say those words…”
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Dazai Osamu, A New Hamlet
I hate mondays most of the time, but every now and then is good to hear the birds very early in the morning
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