I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
— (via avvfvl)
If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
— Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)
If you were happy with the wrong person, imagine how happy you’ll be with the right one.
— Oh my