In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
– Edgar Allan Poe
(via lavandula)
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”..I loved him. Every moment with him. And when he leaves, he’ll take my heart with him. He’s ruined me for anyone else.”
-Stranger in My Arms by Lisa Kleypas
Oh, most of us have felt this before, have we not?
Later
So I got to page 321 and cried. That is love. Why am I getting weepy over a novel? hahaha Oh boy.
Yeah, she’s heaven on the eyes but boy, she’s hell on the heart.
– Hell On The Heart by Eric Church
and with feeling.
Strawberry muffins (by clearstyle)
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Sounds like what I’ve been trying to imprint in my brain. I don’t want to care or think about you anymore but I still do. I need to get the fuck over this. Plain and simple but in actuality, very complicated and difficult for me to do. I don’t like giving up on people.
I WANT THIS.
"In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again."
"All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name."
"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
"Yeah, she’s heaven on the eyes but boy, she’s hell on the heart."
