"It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together."
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via helplesslyamazed)
"Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t."
— Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via nellzbelllz)
Hello again, tumblr. It’s been quite awhile and I miss you so.
‘It’s like when a girl says she’s cold… You don’t try to think you make her feel better by throwing your jacket out and say you’ll freeze with her, it’s either you give her your jacket or you hug her.’
