you don't know me. and if you did, you wouldn't be here. congratulations. you now know even less of me than you did before you came on to my blog.


My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets (via fleurlungs)

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