it's not too late
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Želim da me neko grli večeras. Želim da ležim pored nekoga. Želim da mi neko prolazi prstima kroz tek ošišanu kosu dok tonem u san. Želim. Neko. Al’ ništa.
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(via kaliforhnia)
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I hate when you wanna talk about something that bothers you but you feel like you’ve already talked about it too much, so you just hold it in
(via beskrajnoo)
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(via poems-and-words)
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“She was not a masterpiece. She was still broken pieces clumsily glued together, with a beautifully dyed, ragged soul.” -
(via i-am-bi-not-gonna-lie)
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(via hplyrikz)
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“Does it hurt you to know that we haven’t spoken to each other in days? Does it hurt you to know that we can’t look at each other without looking away? Does it hurt you to know that everything we had as friends is gone? Does it hurt? Cause it’s hurting me.” -
Večeras mi stežeš srce i stojiš na ivici oka spremajući se da padneš.
Večeras zbog tebe teže dišem i pravim se da se osmehujem.
Večeras te se sećam.
Večeras si nostalgija.
Večeras si nedostajanje.
Večeras si nesanica.
Večeras me ponovo imaš.