SuperIndian

forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.

When someone persistently tries to communicate with you, repeatedly messaging you and finding the slightest excuses to stay connected, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re crazy. It simply indicates that you hold significant importance to them, surpassing their pride, ego, and even their self-respect. They aren’t desperate; they’re simply terrified of losing the one person who feels like home to them. After all, not everyone loves with such profound depth, where ego and attitude don’t hinder their affection.

she’s not a one in a million type of girl, she’s a once in a lifetime

Emotions aren’t masculine or feminine. they’re human. normalize them.

Desire is nothing like devotion.

If my kids ever have your eyes, I’ll tell them they inherited the best part of a love story.

worrying is like worshipping the problem

and brother i’m on my knees

Reblog if your profile pic is actually YOU .

The intimacy of noticing.

where's my oscar for acting like everything is fine?

Probably the closest to acting we'll ever get

how unfortunate that love isn’t always enough