“I was so blinded by how in love with you I was that I failed to comprehend how we were a game of cat and mouse; always me chasing you. You should be pleased to know that I am done now. You can breathe easy again. You can stop and smell the roses without worrying about me always being on your tail. That’s how it felt a lot of the time, like I was just an inconvenience; a shadow suffocating you with feelings I was never sure you shared.”— This is me letting you go.
zinf:
why are there so many different kinds of pasta they all taste the same tbh
who hurt you
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)
“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”— Jonathan Safran Foer (via coral)