“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”
— Eric Shaw
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“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”
— Eric Shaw
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
Hey uh reblog if you think asexuals are LGBTQ+ regardless of their romantic identity
goodnight ladies remember to die before telling a man how u feel about them
“Wenn sich jemand nicht für dich entscheiden kann, hat er sich bereits entschieden.”
“Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece or cousin, I am my own person and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm”
— (via yumireko)
Lügen ist eine Notwendigkeit. Wir belügen uns sogar selbst, weil die Wahrheit wehtut. Wie sehr wir auch versuchen etwas zu ignorieren oder es zu leugnen, irgendwann brechen die Lügen zusammen. Ob uns das nun gefällt oder nicht. Aber hier ist die Wahrheit über die Wahrheit; sie tut weh, also lügen wir.
“But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.”
— Albert Camus, The Fall (via cerezaseneltiempo)
"Why? I'll tell you why.
Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection.
Some looking around places, some who just give up hope because in their mind they're thinking 'Oh, there's nobody out there for me.'
But all of us, we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while, every once in a while, two people meet and there's that spark.
And yes [...], he's handsome and she's beautiful, and maybe that's all they see at first.
But making love? Making love. That's when two people become one."
~ Bones (S3, E3), Seeley Booth
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Our sense of being a person can come from being drawn into a wider social unit; our sense of selfhood can arise through the little ways in which we resist the pull. Our status is backed by the solid buildings of the world, while our sense of personal identity often resides in the cracks.
-Goffman, Asylums
I crave intimacy... but I don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.