Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Ally Condie, Matched 

그대는 아름다워요 안아주고 싶어요 바라보고 싶어요
You are beautiful, I want to hug you, I want to look at you


How lovely is it to have a girl, who doesn’t even let you stand without loving you. You feel it you know, when someone is addicted to you?

How lovely is it to have a girl, who doesn’t even let you stand without loving you. You feel it you know, when someone is addicted to you?

 
we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
 Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast 
There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.
Jim Butcher, Skin Game 

Do we fall in love with people
because of the way they look
and the words they say
and the things they do,
or do we fall in love with people
for the way we think they are?

It’s wild how someone
can give you one flower
and you mistaken it for a bouquet.

Are we in love with them
because we make ourselves
believe that they are the one
we’ve been searching for?
Are we just settling
at the end of the day?

M.D.L // Excerpt from “Someone Like You”

We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”

I think we almost loved each-other.

But the only thing I was sure about is that
almost
wasn’t good enough.
Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical 
I laughed and said, “Life is easy.” What I meant was, “Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you and smile
Marilyn Monroe
People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.
Stephen Carpenter, Killer
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