be the art they can't stand x

tell me about your favourite books. tell me about the characters that made you swoon for days even after they've said their goodbyes. tell me about the storyline that changed your point of view regarding the real world. tell me about the sentences that you had to read multiple times as they felt so precious. tell me about the emotions you went through while living in a different reality. tell me about the experiences you gained after reading the last word at the last chapter. tell me what made you fall in love again and maybe i can understand you better after knowing what your imagination looks like.

Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess

how do you forgive yourself for the years you spent being angry about things you couldn’t control

I wish my heart didn’t feel everything so deeply

So I’m guessing we’re all growing old with each other on tumblr.

god… the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game…. silent but full of love and warmth

Ain’t nothing wrong with eating some bread dipped in olive oil, balsamic vinegar and various herbs

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love