Be where you are; otherwise you will miss your life.

Here is a collection of the white-lies, the half-truths, the promises and the parentheses and the half-wishes on the half-stars and the letters that I thought I had thrown out, but remained anyways, in the back of my throat. Here is when I didn’t tell you I that I loved you, and here is when I didn’t tell you that I unloved you. Here’s all of it, folded neatly,

so bitter and so sweet
that my taste buds are revolting against me.

Shinji Moon, “What Secrets We Keep” (via alwaysandfourevermore)

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I miss you deeply,
unfathomably, senselessly,

Franz Kafka. (via birthdaywhiskey)

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Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

Anthony Marra (via maxkirin)

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