I’m not usually like this, but boy, I really was interested in you. I’m refraining from the word “like” because I don’t want to like you and I had to constantly remind myself that liking you would lead to nowhere. You’re never serious and if anything did happen between us, I would have to constantly be reassured that you’re not out there chasing after a bazillion other girls. I needed to know for sure that you only liked me, and when I realized I would never get that assurance, I told myself that it’s best to let the feelings die out. 

But I guess what made you special was the fact that I never would have ever imagined myself falling for you. And I tried so hard not to, but I guess when you find out things about a person that no one really knows about, you can’t help but like them a little more. 


You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

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I want to be your favorite place to go when you’ve had a bad day or a good day.

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

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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

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)


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Guys, look. They finally made a baby stroller for wheelchair-bound mothers. This is so important.

My wife is a physical therapist.  She started tearing up when I showed this to her.

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I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

Haruki Murakami (via 144-000)

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