“I'm the one having to pander to you. I'm sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I'm not asking you… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don't get the thing you want the most.” — Lang leav Copy Share Image
“People get dumped all the time, and it sucks, but you know what you do? You cry; you smash a few plates;… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I remember the first time I saw my favorite painting, how its fragile beauty caught my breath. And I thought if the… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“The truth is, everyone wants to believe they’re in love but no one really is. So to all the girls out there… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Reasons" I wish I knew why he left. What his reason were. Why he changed his mind. For all these years, I… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Loving You I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were low… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she used to sing, but can't remember why. A… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Ana was the original sad girl. She held the unofficial title long before her death. We all became sad girls after that. At her… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing—” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I miss talking to him. Every time I come across something I think he'd like, I just wish I could call him up or… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
