"It’s all clumsy nose bumps and last minute kisses," she replied, when he asked. "And trembling hands that push back hair to learn the colour of new eyes."
"It’s watching them do something so ordinary and deciding you could watch it for a lifetime." She said. "That’s how you know."
"And if it’s real, it’ll tear you apart."
"But funnily enough, it’s the only time you’ll be thankful to have something that made you feel so much."Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #68 - "What’s it like?" (via blossomfully)
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.Unknown (via wordsnquotes)
shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”
My dad just saw my report card and started yelling at me because there was an F on it, but it actually was F for female as in gender