love is a sickness
Me:
hello is anyone there
Silence:
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Silence:
Murderer: lmfao u caught me I'll be out in a sec lmao
Silence:
Silence:
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Silence:
Murderer: lmfao u caught me I'll be out in a sec lmao
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
"Maybe you will hurt me again. I don’t know how I’ll react then. Or maybe next time I’ll hurt you. No one can promise anything. Neither of us can make any promises."
-Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun. (via cheesedragon)(Source: highfunctioningsociopathwholived)


