strongbademail: okay this is very important. more important than the current high school-esque controversy happening right now. everyone sit down. okay. now. let’s talk about boy hands. boy hands have long nice fingers and are warm and you can put your fingers through the spaces between theirs and then just sit there with them. you can just hold onto a hand and it feels good. you just wanna...
I don’t care if you’re from my school and whatever but god I’m so happy. I sent off a letter to a very special person. He got home from work and read it all night tonight. I’m so happy. He’s so happy. I wish I could just elaborate on all of this. But god. I’m just the happiest girl ever right now. Letters are better than any text message or phone call. I put my...
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this...
I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don’t want them, so I...– “Seaside Improvisation” by Richard Siken (via somme)
“All poets write bad poetry. Bad poets publish them, good poets burn them.” — Umberto Eco
I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an...– “6:59 AM” by Shane Koyczan (via atomiclanterns)
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once,...
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood,...
“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” — Ray Bradbury
i have such a terrible attitude toward society lately i really don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately. i’ve been planning too many deaths in my head that include my fellow classmates. i’m sinning like an animal, all in my head.
“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.” — Charlotte Brontë
In My Arms - Jon Forearm