There is a heartwrenching listless feeling that comes and you wander through the day, half of a person. I feel like every time I love someone I give them a part of myself and when things end, I hobble around for a while, missing limbs or an eye, a victim in the the long war we call love.
— Anais Escobar, Letters we tuck into drawers and never send; a universal letter to lovers.(via quotewhore)(via extrasupervery) (via coolaccent) (via cowgirlblues) (via finallyseeing)
