wherewritersblockcomestodie:

“I know we could love each other in another life, under difference circumstances. I know because I see the way you look at me when I talk about things I’m passionate about. And I know you see how my eyes light up when I’m laughing at your jokes. I’ve always noticed the way you kissed the top of my head when you hugged me goodbye. And I know you’ve noticed how I hang on for as long as I can. I can’t ignore the way you look away when I talk about someone else. And I know you can’t miss the insincerity behind my smile when you mention her. I know we could love each other in another life. It’s a shame we only get one.”

— excerpt from an unfinished book #96 // We’re so right for each other, but our lives so aren’t

livinginanotherdimension:

“I would never leave. even when things got hard. I have endless forgiveness, understanding, and patience for you. I always will. And endless love to go along with all of that. I wish I could tell you this. I love you. I miss you dearly.”

Letters that lost their meaning 12.27.18

mashamorevna:

“I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes”

— Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to My Mother that She Will Never Read ” (via bulgakeov)