It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

(Source: ewanmcgregored, via ewanmcgregored)

kissing-in-public:

I let the bad parts in

(via theroyalbluths)

humansofnewyork:

"I’m not really a talker when I have problems. It keeps me from seeming weak, but it also closes me off from the insights of other people."

humansofnewyork:

"I’m not really a talker when I have problems. It keeps me from seeming weak, but it also closes me off from the insights of other people."

bevsi:

twin size mattress
mainlysad:

twelve feet deep - the front bottoms

mainlysad:

twelve feet deep - the front bottoms

creamadonna:

look what I managed to do last night

creamadonna:

look what I managed to do last night

(Source: stefanbrandow, via joyceeno)