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)

(via mila-j)

egg-rolls:

when u stand up 2 fast n suddenly ur floatin thru space n time

(via omegamarcel)

zeroing:

kiyoshimachine

3am, you’ve always been good at making me emotional.
i’m uncertain if it’s because you evoke emotions that i maybe suppress most of the time, or if it’s because you just heighten them. perhaps it’s both, but in any case

there is too much coffee running through my system. all i want is to curl up next to you and just melt into you. as much as i love our build-a-bear, i’ve gotta say that compared to you, he’s a crappy cuddler. it’s not the same. nothing is the same. someone at the gym today was wearing the same deodorant as you, but it just doesn’t smell nearly as good if it’s not mixing with your sweat. it’s not the same. i’m so sad and lonely when you are not around. i can’t talk to anyone as freely as i can talk to you. it is really not the same. you understand me on such a high level, one that i don’t think a single other soul is capable of reaching.

fuks:

Bottom of old frying pans look like Moons of Saturn and Jupiter.
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”- Richard Bach – Yeah?.. well fuck that shit and fuck Richard Bach. Do you honestly think, I have the time to meet someone, click, grow an attachment, fall in love, deeply in love, I’m not talking your average crush, I’m talking, going back to the days where we used to write love letters from long distances type of love, the “making a cup of tea and blowing it until its warm enough for them to drink” type of love… to have a soul connection, miss them, crave them, submit to them, etc.. just to let them go in the future. Wdf. Listen, if it’s gotton deep enough for me to fall into that type of love, I’m not letting you go. Fuck, I hate this generation of replacers. If something goes wrong, instead of fixing it, we replace, or let it go or some other dumb shit. No. Richard Bach, who is divorced, I will not take advice from you. As long as it isn’t toxic and unhealthy, I am not letting go.
- TGV 

(via kushandwizdom)

juliesnap:

now read it again

it’s rather depressing how skilled i am at convincing myself that nobody likes me