Category: love

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And sometimes, 3 am has a way of reminding us that we need to let go and cry, and that even the emptiest shells like us are not so weak, and that broken hearts, like ours, can still beat.

Sometimes, it has a way of reminding us that we’re not as dead, and empty, and numb as we say are. It has way a of reminding us that we’re alive and we’re vulnerable. And maybe that’s not so bad. And maybe that’s okay.

— Fray Narte, “Sometimes, feeling is okay too.”

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So I told my brain to stop loving you. But my …

So I told my brain to stop loving you. But my heart kept saying ‘It will always be you’.

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Your name was once the loveliest note that car…

Your name was once the loveliest note that caressed my ears. But now, your name is the saddest sound I hear.