The intimacy of "How did you know that?" "Because i know you." The intimacy of waiting for someone while they tie their shoe laces. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of inside jokes that always bring laughter. The intimacy of noticing someone's nervous habits.
"Nothing made you. You just are."
These Violent Delights | Micah Nemerever
That moment when you figure out that bold lipstick really suits you >>>
happiness is seeing your favorite artist anouncing a new album
romance is puffy sleeves, blood stained hands, tear stained cheeks, raw voice screaming “is she breathing”
Some people are truly like, "I want characters to be feral and unhinged but I want them to be well-adjusted and exhibit healthy behavior and talk in therapy-speak and they can only have happy endings."
نحن ، البشر ،كالنجوم نحترق باستمرار بينما يعتقد الآخرون
أننا نلمع
We, humans, are like stars constantly burning while others think we're shining
— aszmx.m (via @aszmxm)
“One day you’ll laugh so much that you’ll forget you have scars.”
— Benjamín Griss
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
الانسان لا يتوقف عن الحُب عندما يُجرح
يتوقف عن إظهار مشاعره فقط