New York at Night (by JC Richardson)
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought… it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air;…
"maybe there is something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. it’s gonna hurt. it’s gonna hurt because it matters."
— Tiny, will grayson, will grayson, by John Green and David Levithan (via cwsayshaii)
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incessant, adj.
the doubts. you had to save me from my constant doubts. that deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything- I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. it wasn’t as easy as hearing voices- nobody was telling me this. it was just something I knew. everyone else was playing along, but I was sure that one day they would all stop.
"— the lover’s dictionary (via leemajorscomeagain)
"I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things — the years passing, the years together — are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greastest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression."
— The Lover’s Dictionary
David Levithan (via 27sandcastles)
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Because a child can defend themselves with a man that has a gun …
How do people like this exist?
We were learning about the way people react to emergency situations, or even to random acts of kindness, in psychology the other day, and almost no one (in a lecture of 450), except for a number of people I can count of one hand, had done anything nice for someone else in the last week and expected nothing nice to happen to them in return. There were three people, one of which was myself.
I don’t understand what is happened to the human race. I just don’t get it. How can so many people not love? Just senselessly and without conditions or boundaries? It makes me feel ill to think about it.
You are a human being and now you know. You know that this going on. How can you pretend that you don’t?
(Source: jiji-is-a-bunny, via skavi)
