40 Tumblr phrases of longing for those who are feeling nostalgic

If you feel the longing squeeze, swallow the pride, you know where to find me.

Saudade swallows us, girl.

Chico Buarque

I don’t know, I missed you, that’s all.

The longing is beautiful only in poetry. In real life it burns.

It’s late, our music loud, half a bottle of homesickness.

Saudade gives, always gives, but we disguise, sleep, have a coffee and pretend to forget.

What is the name of your longing at this exact moment?

The worst longing is the one that only you feel.

Nothing in us was reciprocal, not even nostalgia.

Longing is a smell that sticks to the body.

Our life is a collection of nostalgia.

Longing makes a day seem like a week.

I miss you the most beautiful.

One day, all memories will be longing.

Enjoy every moment with maximum intensity, because one day they will become just nostalgia.

My longing has a name, address and ID.

I don’t ask you much. I only ask that you don’t forget me, and that you miss me at least a little.

By the way, everything passes, except this longing I feel for you.

Missing when I didn’t miss you.

And if one day the longing makes you address, close your eyes, think of me and try to smile.

I don’t just miss you, I miss us.

What was routine, today is just a simple longing.

Every night he turned to the corner and embraced the longing.

I miss the people I didn’t say goodbye right, the things that are gone and will certainly not come back.

Your absence hurts me in the chest. I would do anything to have you by my side again.

The worst longing is the one you know the person won’t come back.

I even miss the plans that didn’t materialize.

The subject was longing and I only talked about you.

When I met you, I thought it would be eternal and not miss you.

Understand once and for all: nostalgia doesn’t bring anyone back.

I didn’t know what nostalgia was until you left my life.

We get used to certain absences, even knowing how much we miss them.

It rains outside and in here too, and adding up every drop of rain with every tear I shed, it’s not even close to how much I miss you.

My longing doesn’t cry. She rains.

If what you did made you miss it, then you did the right thing.

It doesn’t matter: nostalgia burns, but it serves to show us how important the other is.

You are my favorite longing.

I miss that time when you weren’t just a memory…

Unlike you, the longing doesn’t go away.

The longing comes fast, and you never arrive.