Even if you think the flame has died, there’s a least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again.
John Mayer (via sweetestdownfall-)

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I don’t know if I should be mad at you for leaving me hanging, or at myself for hoping you’ll come running back.



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Seeing the person you like with someone else:


If a memory wasn’t a thing but a memory of a memory of a memory, mirrors set in parallel, then what the brain told you now about what it claimed had happened then would be coloured by what had happened in between. It was like a country remembering its history: the past was never just the past, it was what made the present able to live with itself.
Julian Barnes (via foxgloves)