I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.
in latin instead of saying “i love you” you don’t say anything because it’s a dead language. nothing. i think that’s beautiful. just shut the fuck up
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
When I get home from work in time to do something productive
But then always just end up like,
How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
The best part about your friends getting a tumblr is you learn their favorite kind of porn