"I Am Fond Of Lovers But I Cannot Love, I Am Too Far Away, Am Banished,"

One to use for breathing today.

I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.

if I ever make a mistake in English that’s because I’m a mysterious sexy foreigner btw and not because I’ve been turning the sentence over in my mind for so long that I’ve become completely unable to tell how it sounds

when hozier said “and the nights were as dark as my baby half as beautiful too” and no grave can hold my body down i’ll crawl home to her” and “every word i’ve got is foreign to me” and “when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life” and “i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door” and “love with every stranger the stranger the better” and “don’t be kind to me honey don’t feed me i will come back” and “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave” and we let him get away with it?

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

“and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans” IT ENDED AND I DON’T REGRET IT. IT’S TEMPORARY AND IT’S WORTH DOING. HEARTBREAK IS INEVITABLE AND THE ONLY WAY IS TO RUN HEADLONG INTO IT. WE BEGIN AGAIN

leonard cohen, take this longing

i have 25 pages left in this book i'm reading but i feel like i'm not ready for those emotions right now so i read a long fanfic instead but i actually need to go to sleep because of tomorrows early classes

i like studying but i feel like i have so little time now for reading :(

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

i loveeeee seeing paintings of men where its clear the artist just absolutely loved men. you know what im talking about? the sort of paintings of men that radiate such warmth and love off them….