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Shanghai Street Noodles by (the cheshire smile)

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"How Could I"

1112pm:

It’s never easy to leave,
to walk away from anyone 
or anything that you love to death
(and sometimes it feels so literal)
but when you know that you can state your case
with confidence in your stride,
when you realize that things will not change 
and the only thing left to do is to walk away
then it is logical to take the first step—
not easy. 
It is never easy.

But I Love U
Sistar

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SISTAR (씨스타) - But I Love U

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Tears are words that need to be written.

- paulo coelho (via alexandraelle)

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humansofnewyork:

"Her parents know about me. They just don’t know about us."

humansofnewyork:

"Her parents know about me. They just don’t know about us."

Have you ever had that feeling— that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle  (via petitechristine)

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humansofnewyork:

"I just want to stop working."

humansofnewyork:

"I just want to stop working."

Jul 9

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Jul 9

I wasn’t your first and we both know this. She had your heart before you knew my name. He had mine before I ever looked twice at you. Most of your stories have her in them and it makes me wince but they’re coming less often and this is something to smile about. When you remember that you met him back when he was the one holding my hand, you try to remember what he looked like but you can’t because it didn’t matter then.
They were first and we both know this. They were the first ones to make us say this is what everyone has been talking about. They were here and they were everything and now they’re not and we are something. I want to thank her for leaving you so softly. You want to punch him for leaving me in pieces.
You weren’t my first and we both know this but that’s okay because maybe I learned all the hard lessons with him. Maybe you learned how to love with her.
I guess what I’m trying to say is there are so many different kinds of love in this world. He was my shot of tequila on an empty stomach and she was your monsoon after the sky forgot how to cry for the entire summer but you’re my bed waiting for me after a long day and I’m your glass of red wine that warms you from the inside.
So what if they were first? This doesn’t make me sad anymore. We both promise to do better this time and I finally believe us.

- Fortesa Latifi - second love  (via petitechristine)

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