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I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go.
Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer (via sydneyrae)
I hope
we both find ourselves
this summer
and I hope
the roads lead us back
to each other.
Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #158 (via mingdliu)
He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.
And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.
“If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully.
And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.
“Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.”
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries” (via blossomfully)
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
Anton Chekhov (via wordsnquotes)
Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.
e-stablish (via e-stablish)
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