Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
|—||Jess C. Scott, The Intern (via observando)|
My new favorite gif set.
I fucking love cats
I fucking lost it at the vacuum.
cats are aliens and i love them
Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world.
If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.
|—||Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)|
Sexual Orientation: Alex Vause putting on glasses
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can.
|—||Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via observando)|
I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run…to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.
|—||Dean Karnazes (via observando)|
Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.
|—||R.D. Laing (via observando)|