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Act like you trust people, but don’t.
—(via odaze)

(Source: moeyhashy)

Maybe I don’t like people as much as the rest of the world seems to…But occasionally, people will pleasantly surprise me and I’ll fall in love with them, so go figure.
—Mark Oliver Everett (via loveless-people)
The running, I decide, is my favorite part. Take, for example, Julia and Isaac. The moment she sees him appear in the exit area she leaps into the air, with jittery hands and a rambunctious heart. She shouts his name twice to get his attention before charging toward him, abandoning her purse on the marble ground near my feet. Isaac is running, too. The clumps of people standing between them disperse, every eye on them as their bodies smash into each other. Momentarily, I focus on the hello and forget what it is like to watch people say goodbye.
m.r.j.

awestiles:

You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
—Ernest Hemingway (via em0ti0nally-fucked)

(Source: ohteenscanrelate)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands.
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest.

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed,
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind.

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

It’s now that
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered.

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova (strong-but-breakable)
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
—Friedrich Nietzsche
But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which to be honest was almost a relief.
—Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You
I am jealous of your bed sheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful and generous and kind, someone who makes all of this worth it. I can’t expect everyone to know you, and yet I wish they did. I wish they could. I see people honored with awards and galas and cash prizes, but have any of them ever kissed someone on the forehead and made them feel as though they are good enough just the way they are? I hope so. There should be an award for that.
—Thought Catalog, I Want To Run Away With You (via durianquotes)

(Source: durianseeds)

And all I could think was, ‘Why do people wait until New Years to change their lives?’
—Anonymous