I need you to be clingy because I’m paranoid and I begin to think you don’t like me if you’re not.
I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.
Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.
I smoked weed for the first time 2 days ago. I must admit, it was pretty relaxing.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.
― Tracy Chevalier, Girl With A Pearl Earring