I’ve finally realized the difference between loving someone and missing someone. When I loved you, you were the world, your laugh was the only thing that stopped me from shattering and the way you kissed me could stop my heart. I do not love you anymore. But I do miss you. I finally see that there are so many wonderful things in the world, I just wish you were still in mine. I haven’t heard your laugh in a few months and that’s okay, I’ve found other ways to hold myself together, but sometimes it plays in my head and I ache for the way it made me smile. I don’t want to kiss you anymore but on nights when loneliness hits the wall and plunges into my chest, the absence of your lips on mine makes me feel sick. I don’t love you. But I really really miss you.

you don’t have to come back  (via extrasad)

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Title: Endless floor of cubes
Material: Animation / gif / blender
Year: 2014


Louise Bourgeois/ Ode to Forgetting

Kopystiansky: Crossroad. Musée d’Art Moderne de Saint-Etienne, 2010


school camp

this is perfectttttttt

Alexander Calder with “Edgar Varese” and “Untitled” , Saché, France, 1963
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Of having no one to write home to.

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