Our Whole Generation Can Feel These Lines

the tips of my fingers grazing over infinite titles.

You wanna know what's the most romantic thing ever?

Invisible man and his invisible girlfriend.

Imagine being in love with someone solely because she's the only one who actually understands you,

Who actually feels what it's been like for you,

Who has had the exact same life and hardships as you,

And the best part?

She doesn't care about your looks,

She doesn't care if you have a pre pubescent moustache or the hottest of bodies.

She only cares if you'll hold her hand forever in this invisible judgemental world.

And in a poetically injustice sort of a way,

.........

She's the only one who sees you.

And I'd have it no other way.

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

love this bohemian maximalism

Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------

gosh where do I sign up?

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

— Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also.”

— Jiddu Krishnamurti 

Oh the intimacy of eye contact, it's like looking right into the depths of their soul. An embrace like no other, I think that's why sometimes we can't maintain it for too long because it's the most vulnerable we could be. It's deeper than any intimacy physical contact could bring you.

Why is it always what kind of music do you listen to and never let's make a playlist together :/

Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?