Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via seabois
You told me to trust you but I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown.
I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
911: how can I help you?
me: there’s a spider and I’m scared
The thing about sadness is that it never warns you that it will come back. You’ll end up with an aching heart again, minutes after laughing, and it will feel like you found someone in your house; someone who you thought had left.
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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
J. D. Salinger (via bl-ossomed
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