My hands sing

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Listening to love songs and thinking of you

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats

Having a soft heart is not a shameful thing. Being earnest about what you love isn’t either. Sometimes it feels tiring to care when so many people in the world act like nothing moves them. But it doesn’t mean you should become uncaring only to seem stronger, because allowing yourself to be moved, to love, to be sensitive and soft is a brave thing, especially in a world that often seems so cruel. Remember to treat yourself with that same softness, that same care. It’s not a shameful thing to be vulnerable, to be seen.

rb to relieve the back pain of the person u reblogged this from

this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.

it is three and I'm watching him sleep, i wonder how it will feel to always have eight pieces of bread to toast instead of my usual four. laughing at the same lame jokes and making fun of the same old people, how truly delicious it seems, when the clock hits four and i somehow cannot sleep cause of his snores. the same tired eyes always looking into mine, two cups of coffee in the morning, and laughter at every point of time? the concept of forever and its with the right person this time, he has a good heart and mind and we laugh at all the same things at the same time, he offers me his hands as if he wouldn't mind if i asked for his heart next. i wonder how it feels to always have a forever.