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thinking abt when someone rests their head on your shoulder and suddenly you’re barely breathing because you don’t want to disrupt their comfort by moving. will never get over how there can be so much love held in silent gestures.

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reading books together and sharing thoughts is a love language

There's something oddly poetic about killing something that bleeds blood that belonged to you

Huh? Oh sorry, I wasn't listening, I smacked a mosquito

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im so enamored with stories that portray love as something soft and kind because i do think that love at its core is an act of kindness. its part of the reason i prefer the idea of growing into love instead of falling in love because when i think of growing into love i think of a garden, like love is something to cultivate, to tend to daily, a steady progression of growth with some setbacks, a few dying leaves here and there, having to move to a bigger pot and a spot with more sunshine, but it’s still something that at the end of the month, or a year, or a decade, or a lifetime you can look at and see the product of your dedication, see exactly what it means to pour your heart into something. i just! love reading about kind love!

sorry im late i got tied with rope to train tracks and it was this whole thing

I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

Don't become so afraid of being annoying that you don't allow yourself to be anything at all.