I miss you more than I can bear, but we had our time together, and I have to let go. I have to let you go.
Dom Cobb in Inception. (via elytra)

b-ones-exposed:

fckndead:

loviely:

i put your name on the bullet
so everyone knows
you were the last thing
that went through my head.

Wow

Fuck

(Source: loviely)

There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
(via wordsthat-speak)
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via blurrymelancholy)

(Source: emilywantshappiness)

27,657 plays Tracking Time Citizen Acoustic

ladisputies:

And I hear you’ve ended up fine.

And I’ve heard you’re making out alright.

I’ve heard you still don’t like the cold outside,

And I’ve heard you still got trouble tracking time.

And I heard you said one time,

That I never even fucking cross your mind.

I guess I’ll act like that’s fine,

But you should know that you cross mine all the time.