The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself. — Mark Twain (via everpink)
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I want to kiss you.
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars.
Or something. I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like “Your teeth are flowers.”
or “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. You
are some sweet boy with a good smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m in love with the miracle of your body
beside my body. — Love Poems, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
I’m fine. I’m really good actually, and sometimes being really good all the time feels really bad. But I’m on a journey. It’s my journey. And I’m OK. And please, don’t pity me. —
Girls, season 2, episode 9, “On All Fours”
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I think what probably happens when you put two awkward/clunky people together is that their awkward/clunky world seems like a normal world. And I think that’s something that’s nice about our relationship. — Jack Antonoff on dating Lena Dunham. (via yayponies)
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i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore. — Kurt Vonnegut - Unready to Wear. (via thatquote)
I love you and it’s getting worse. — Joseph Morris (via thatquote)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people — J.D. Salinger - Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction (via thatquote)
I know that’s what people say— you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, you’ll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him. — Betty Smith - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via thatquote)