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E você continua indo embora, e eu continuo ficando, vendo você levar partes de mim que antes eu nem sentia falta. E você continua escrevendo sua história pulando linhas, errando palavras, esquecendo os títulos. E eu continuo escrevendo seu nome com letras cheias, para tentar preencher você de alguma maneira.
- Tati Bernardi. (via inverbos)
Saturday, August 16th
Aprendi com os meus próprios erros que sofrer não torna mais poético, chorar não deixa mais aliviado e implorar não traz ninguém de volta. Aprendi também que por mais que você queira muito alguém, ninguém vale tanto a pena a ponto de você deixar de se querer. Eu que gritei para tantas pessoas ficarem, hoje só quero mesmo é que elas sumam de uma vez por todas. E em silêncio, que é pra ninguém ter porque se lamentar.
- Tati Bernardi.  (via inverbos)
Saturday, August 16th
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
- Everyone has their own love language. That’s one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned. (via stay-ocean-minded)
Saturday, August 16th
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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
- How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via bl-ossomed)
Saturday, August 16th
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