Sometimes, I Forget How To Love The Pieces Of Myself When I Am Stuck Stagnant Remembering  What It Was

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Foxfire (Annette Haywood-Carter | 1996)

“What are you girls? Some sort of a gang here? Girls who run with foxes, that sort of thing?”

I know you’re going to see me walk right past you at the bar one night and wonder why I didn’t stop to say hi. And you’re not going to know how much it hurt me to do that. And you’re going to stop yourself from following me. And I’m going to spend the rest of the night wondering why you didn’t. But I’m not going to text you and I’m not going to call you and I’m not going to look for you as I’m leaving. And you’re going to spend the rest of your night hoping I do. But if I happen to see you and you happen to catch my eye, I’m going to look at you in a very specific way. And you’re going to recognize it because it’s going to be the same way you looked at me the last night I saw you. But this time I’m going to be the one walking away and I’m not going to come back.

(via i-wrotethisforme)

Panic Attacks

“Maybe well meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— Unknown

in the mood for love (2000)