“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via crossconnectmag)
One Nice Bug Per Day
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trying on a metaphor
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via crossconnectmag)
ART: Psychedelic Paint and Poured Resin Artworks by Bruce Riley
Bruce Riley is a Chicago based artist who drips paint into paint in an endlessly layered arrangement resulting in paintings that look like underwater scenes, psychedelic visions and abstract dreamscapes.
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i just want a boy who touches me distractedly
like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips
oh fuck i didnt know girls liked when i did this
I just spit my fucking drink everywhere
Forbidden Love by Michael Faudet
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Does anyone else remember playing music in Real One Player and just sitting there and watching this for like two hours
My parents spent over a decade with their fingers intertwined, serving as a shield for one another to take cover behind when the world threw punches that could crack skulls and shatter spirits. Over time, their grip wavered, thus resulting in what their hearts once housed so delicately to vanish. I was born into warm arms, welcomed into a house built by calloused hands that were later used to grab at throats. My heart soon grew exhausted of the crass insults thrown off of tongues like blessings and instead shut down, constructing walls in order to deflect their brutal sting. Comfort came to me in the eyes of someone who made a monument of my broken body, who healed wounds on my wrists like they were mere paper-cuts. I stood on cliffs and they pulled me back by the collar of my shirt, spinning me around and forcing a kiss upon my lips that caused me to hug the ground my feet stood on, promising to never try and leap from it again. But time causes people to grow bored and I was not an exception to its cruel ways. I never saw those eyes look at me with wanderlust overtaking them at the sight of my form, nor did I ever understand what was wrong with me to cause them to walk away. I thought I could do the same too; they made it look so easy after all. So I let myself become a drug to addicts whose veins I never wanted to flow through but it gave me purpose, so I continued. I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel comfortable in someone else’s arms again.
when the moon grows acidic to the eyes // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)
I hope you get everything you deserve.
The sweetest or evilest thing you can say to someone. (via glassbonespaperskin)
I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.
Sara Quin (via anditslove)
I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.
10-Word Story #26 (N.A.)
There’s somebody out there that will believe in love the same way you do.
comforting thoughts from an optimist (via fashionandmilk)
Unfortunately I’m the type of person that you can screw over 1 million times and I would still be there for you if you needed me.
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Stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.
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I aspire to BE THIS