When I finish my chemistry final
I walk out like:
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I can’t keep doing this to myself, getting my hopes up so high, only to have them come crashing down. I can’t keep waiting for him to come to his senses, having my whole emotional state rest on what he decides. What if he never wakes up to how perfect we’d be together? What if I spend another year pining for him — or longer even? In a terrible flash, I see my future stretching out before me: waiting for his calls, rearranging my life around college visits, and decoding texts and instant messages like they could be something real, something true. This isn’t love; this is pure torment.
Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney (via simply-quotes)
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I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.
Stephen Chbosky (via saddest-summer)
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