Brushing Hands With Them While We Walk Is So Painful. The Urge To Hold Their Hand And Pull Them Closer

“i love him.”

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

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u don’t understand i have to bite u

you’re in her dms, i’m staring at her from across our classroom imagining holding her hand, we are not the same

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” — Claude Monet.

The Water Lily Pond (1899) by Claude Monet.

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

I'd like to go pottery painting with a cute girl and get paint all over our hands while making cute mugs for each other with cute messages painted on the bottom.

Bro Little League and Astronomy should not hurt me the way it does like it’s so good but I’m like man it’s 4 am I can’t take this rn

kinda miss sitting in restaurants with my friends loudly having what is clearly the weirdest conversation the couple two tables over has heard all week and pretending not to notice them chuckle at my jokes but making sure to throw in enough exposition to give them context if they’re still listening

“People, the people we really love, where did they come from? What did we do to deserve them?”

— Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures (via mythologyofblue)

shit memory who dis