My mother’s nickname for my father is “pajarito”, which translates to “little bird” in English, and I never asked why. So today at the mall I asked her why from all the cute nicknames in the world would she call him that and my mother responded, “It’s because he grew up without a mom” and started to cry… We got home and my mother saw my father and once again called him “pajarito” and he smiled and responded with “pajarita”, and man…I want that type of love.

"It hurts.
It hurts a lot.
But I’ll keep it to myself so it doesn’t hurt anyone else"
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i wasn’t in a good place2014
"Timing was never on my side."
Six Word Story
"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via hqlines)


i feel like every week i’m just like “i need to get through this week”

(via loveintokio)

"I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong."
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hqlines)
"Something she told me still beats me up inside and it doesn’t matter how many times I try to think it’s one of her lies, I can’t find anything against it. So I sit wondering why you never fought for me?"
Things I think about in the dark
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