I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be...– Marya Hornbacher (via angelled)
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful,...– Charles Bukowski, “Factotum” (via petrichour)
sfux: internetexplorers: give me 10 reasons why i shouldn’t just turn into a slug right now i literally can’t think of any and its pissin me off Never being able to eat salt again seems pretty shitty.
How I want to spend my time/days: 20% at work 35% school/study 20% working out/working on my health/well-being 25% working on my mental health/art How I actually spend my time/days: 30% at work 70% school/study
My favorite kind of hand-holding is when youre sitting, or laying, or whatever. And it works out the way that your hands are both facing the same way and theirs goes around the outside of yours and over the inside. so that all you really get in the palm of your hand is their fingers above the knuckle. It’s such a tighter hold than regular “walking next to each other” hand...
I actually hate that the person I talk to most is my ex boyfriend. Ugh.
Lots of personal posts tonight.
I’m feeling things I’ve ignored for a long time I guess. I’m tired, so they’re just being felt I suppose. I want to go downtown with someone and walk around doing nothing and window shopping and hold their hand and wear enough clothes to be warm and content and then I want to go down by the Sound and sit on the rocks and smell the salt and sit in their lap and be held. ...
Boys don’t make me feel. Music and poetry and art and weather and memories. These things make me feel. Boys just make me indifferent.
It’s so strange, the way you feel when you start to get involved with someone. When you think back to the way you were and the way things were. And you just FEEL something different, whether it be a little bit brighter, or a little bit dimmer. Or scents were stronger or sounds were more vibrant. I don’t know how to describe it. But it’s a different feeling with everyone. I kind...
Well shit, sorry for talking to you about what’s bothering me (aka “complaining”) because I’m comfortable doing so. Sorry I’ve been feeling like shit for the past…idk, ever. Sorry if it dampens your fucking day to talk to me, when every damn day is covered in a gray filter with no hope for relief in the near future. Guess I’m just a pain in the ass.
wizardpiss: does anyone else find it immensely comforting to have someone touching you like not sexually but just like feeling some other person being beside you and like your elbows or legs or something are touching and you’re like oh this person is alive too
Every once in a while I realize that it’s not going to go away. I will always love you sometimes. When I’m alone, when I think about it too much, and when I start to think that you must love me too; sometimes, at least.
I’ve Been Eating(For You)//Bright Eyes And you...