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The feminine urge to hold a girl's hand.

friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”

I cannot leave her side when she’s near, I want to hold her, drink in her scent and study the movements of her body and face, her actions have become a new language of its own that I hope to become fluent in

my favourite thing ever is looking at notebooks of people who are long gone. it's just, something about seeing their handwriting, seeing a physical and intimate proof that they too existed and had ideas and thoughts and had so much to say and worry about, makes me feel like I am not wasting my time. and if they could go through it and live a life, I can too. to see their minds at work, story ideas, letters, poems, all in their handwriting... head in hands

Her hands, I am desperate to feel them wrapped in mine. I yearn for the touch of her fingertips along my skin.

Mary Oliver, “Late Spring,” in Felicity

Stories Of My Childhood - B. N. Pressman

all too well (ten minute version). taylor swift.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate that Conan Gray is really out here writing music about having good friends and a painful yet mostly made up romantic life ‘cause there is nothing more valid. 

Fellas, Is it gay to feel very nervous while calling your bestfriend who is very close to you ?