you told me you loved mehave you always been such a good liar?      You said everyname but mine when you talked in your sleep.             you asked me how i knew you were a liari said, “             ive never loved anyone who loves me.”

you told me you loved me
have you always been such
a good liar?
      You said every
name but mine when you talked
in your sleep.
             you asked me 
how i knew you were a liar
i said, “
             ive never loved
anyone who loves me.”

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I want you to remember me. In a month, a year, a week, or a decade — if we no longer talk to each other, if our relationship had deteriorated into nothing save friendly acquaintances — I want you to remember me. The color of my eyes, the arch or my nose, the curve of my lips. I want you to remember my voice when I laughed, the adventures we took, the secrets we shared so you can remember me as someone special, someone you once loved. Then you’d smile when you think back to the past and I’d know — subconsciously — that I’ve touched someone’s life in a positive way, even if only for a while.

livinglifethroughthelens:

A Gainesville back road on a sunny afternoon. Photo by Chris Bastian.

livinglifethroughthelens:

A Gainesville back road on a sunny afternoon. Photo by Chris Bastian.

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je-trouve:

The theory of alternate universes appeals to me so much because I’d like to think maybe, you and I ended up together in one.

je-trouve:

The theory of alternate universes appeals to me so much because I’d like to think maybe, you and I ended up together in one.

Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed.

Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.  (via fuckingcamilla)

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