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sorry I wasn’t in the mood to be a person today, sorry I forgot to keep a conversation, sorry my soul needs ironing. give me a moment, a day or a so. it’ll be good. I’ll brush my hair and change my clothes. I’ll laugh a lot. I’ll say important things. it’ll be good.

i envy everything that gets to touch her

Oscar Wilde

date idea: u tell me exactly how u feel about me in specific detail until my brain calms down and stops thinking u hate me

“i can make time” - a love language

i want this to be my life

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

you aren’t the person you used to be. you’re always learning and growing from the mistakes you’ve made in the past, and regretting them is a sign that you’ve changed. having made mistakes doesn’t make you inherently bad or unloveable, what matters is being able to acknowledge when you stumble and then trying to grow from it.

Joan Didion, from Blue Nights

{—Amy Lowell, from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell, "The Fruit Garden Path " // Mahmoud Darwish }

i get so emotional when people acknowledge me when they don't need to like when i realise that i am a part of people's lives like idk not in a self-obsessed way but i feel like i spent a lot of time in my head and by myself that i forget myself in relation to others sometimes so it's really nice when people send me a little text or call me randomly <3

it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore

his pretty hands deserve their own fandom (part 1)

All of the times Jim Halpert ignored work to go flirt with the receptionist

The Office (2005 - 2013)

What else would be right the answer?....

RIP </3

I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you

i am so jealous of people who can turn their feelings into beautiful poetry

Touching grass isn't enough I need to be-