Khobnoom

The thought of him loving someone else. The thought of him falling in love, of finding a fortress in some other person. The thought of that person getting everything I ever wanted. Loving the only person I ever wanted to love. Getting the chances I’ll never be able to take. Every time I think of him I think of these. And I think of him everyday. I just get this sinking feeling now. And life seems like it’s going nowhere, it seems like it’ll be nothing without him. Like I’ll live the rest of my life wondering, looking for him, feeling like I’m missing something. Like I’ll never be fully, truly happy. Every time I think of him these thoughts kill me, and a part of me dies along with them.

c / how many times can you die inside?

Iridescent glittery rose gold stimboard

🌸 🍑 ⭐ . 🌸 🍑 ⭐ . 🌸 🍑 ⭐

Thinking about that moment you both gasp when it first goes in while staring into each others eyes

I love who I am and who I am becoming

he makes her laugh, and she deserves at least that

via  sirenedream

“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”

— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic