“I want to be a writer because what could be better than living a life full of adventure. When I write I can go anywhere, be anyone, see anything that I can dream up. I can think of no better way to live my life.”
— S.M.

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
— Franz Kafka in his letters to Milena Jesenská  (via bruisinq)

(via spookymaiden)

Ta’aburnee (تقبرني)

Arabic for “you bury me,” meaning one would rather die before the other because the first person wouldn’t be able to live without the second.

“You said goodbye and all I wanted to say in return was good riddance.”
“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
— Uma Thurman (via quotethat)

(via tiptoeandtouchtheuniverse)

“I knew that I had no right to ask her to explain why. In the end, I knew why. It wasn’t personal, it wasn’t because of something I did, she just didn’t feel it. And that fucking sucked.”
— Anonymous
“I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.”
this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too  (via asdfghjkllove)

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“God, your voice.
I don’t think you’ll ever understand what your voice does to me.”
— (via venuspalms)

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“Peter: Mother? What’s a mother?
Wendy: Why, Peter, a mother’s someone…who loves and cares for you and tells you stories … a mother, a real mother, is the most wonderful person in the world. She’s the angel’s voice… that bids you good night, kisses your cheek, whispers “sleep tight.””
— Disney’s Peter Pan