[accidentally cares more about tv shows and fictional characters than education and academic success]
Yeah but how many times have those fictional characters and tv shows made you feel better when you’ve been feeling down? How many times have they made you laugh when you lied in bed, feeling depressed? How many times have they made you shed tears when you have been feeling like crying your heart out for weeks but you just couldn’t, and then you did and it helped? How many times have they helped you not overthink things and helped you trough the sleepless nights when you were all alone?
Then again, has your school system done those things for you? Didn’t think so. No wonder we sometimes value the shows and characters higher than our academic success.
“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.”—Leila Sales This Song Will Save Your Life (via florida-sounds)
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
“People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.”—The Curious Savage (John Patrick)
Pin me down and gently drag your lips and fingertips all over my skin. Put your mouth on my neck and use your teeth to send chills down my spine. Climb on top of me. Look deep into my eyes. Press that cunning smile against my wanting lips. Bite my lip. Make my whimper. Pull my hair. Help me let out some sweet little moans for you. Whisper in my ear everything you could do to me, everything you want to do to me…then don’t. Make me want it. Make my body beg for it.
“I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore.”—Emery Allen (via clowncabinet)
I have been thinking about you for months now and I kind of never go a day without thinking what it would be like to be lucky and brave enough to hold your hand. It’s not at all like me to be this shy.