Looks like I’m not getting better.

"What do I feel? What do I say? In the end it all goes away."

i’m cute as hell, which is incidentally where i came from

(Source: icecoldnukacola, via bl-ossomed)

Nicholas SparksThe Notebook (via feellng)

(via jacnotjack)

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.