- Amalia, via the comments on Garance Doré “Sexy is…”
If you didn’t get turned on when Sam Calflin and Josh Hutcherson we’re drinking from the spile in Catching Fire
- Kanye West (via morningsuns)
I am nothing more than my looks and I’m not even that pretty.
I just finished rereading ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ and the hardest part to read is when Augustus goes to buy the cigarettes. I started bawling there and couldn’t stop till the end of the book. That part is so difficult to read. I can hardly even think about it without feeling physically sick and hurt. Sad is not even close to how it makes me feel.
I want to know how it feels to be kissed.
I want to know how it feels to be looked at with lust by a boy you lust after.
I want to feel his hand in mine.
I want to feel his kiss on my face, on my lips.
I want to know how it feels for my heart to speed up when he’s around.
I want to feel the tears on my cheeks when we fight.
I want to know how he sounds when he apologizes.
I want to hear him say those three words no one has ever told me.
I want to see his face when I say them back.
I want to know how it feels to be loved and in love.
I want him.
I want me.
I want us.
I need us.
Do you know that moment in life when you realize you will never be loved?
You read the romance novels and watch the films and know all about the details that make love so wonderful, but they’re all out of your reach. You can love someone, but they will never love you back. Not the way you want them to. And it hurts because you are so capable of giving love and caring for someone else. It’s kind of gut wrenching, but at the same time you feel nothing. You know you can’t change it; you’re not going to force someone to love you. You can’t keep searching for something you will never find. So you live vicariously through the books, the films, the friends. You see everyone else’s love lives grow and fall apart and wish you could experience it. It seems it would always be better to have had love at least once, than never at all.
Do you know that moment in life when you realize you aren’t worth someone’s love?
I’ve fallen in love with the way hands do things.
Skilled, sure hands.
Every movement is precise and practiced.
I could watch them for days.
Working and moving.
(I want to hold them in mine.)