I don’t why it’s so comforting when your fingertips ghost over my knuckles before the solid, reassuring interlocking of our hands. Like a gentle reminder that you can still send a chill down my spine with a tiny detail. A whispered “I love you and I’m glad you’re here with me” without any spoken words.
I JUST REALIZED THAT THE PLURAL OF BEEF IS BEEVES
LOOK AT THIS
WAS I THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDNT KNOW ABOUT BEEVES
i just told my roommate this and he just got up and left the apartment, and didn’t come back right away so i went outside and he was just
that is the face of a broken man
this is by far the best comment anyone has added to my text post
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
—Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
One by one
I drowned all the
people I’d been.