"But then she was not awkward, she was slow-flowing, graceful, seductive—a seductiveness that had nothing to do with breasts and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recess of the body."

— Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (via larmoyante)

2.

Oh my. Oh dear. Oh deary deary deary dear. I think a boy has come up behind me and snatched up a piece of my longing. He unknowingly keeps it held in his hand, pressing his fist against his chest. I think I like him a bit, maybe a little, maybe a lot. Maybe all I want is for him to look at me with his shy eyes, or perhaps give me his smile so ready to burst with secrets. Maybe what I want is for him to press my palm against his warm cheek. But maybe what I want most is for him to wrap his long arms around me, entwine our limbs together like twin branches springing from the same trunk, whisper in a language that only we understand, and look at each other in such a way that we see no one and everyone at once.

He’s a Leo and I’m an Aquarius.

He’s oh-so-tall and his mom and sister like me, I can tell :)

He’s a Senior and I’m a Junior.

And he’s Jewish. Yum.

I just wanna kill myself.

4.

Those moments when you feel a miracle tingling your fingertips. They brush against your fingers and your mind says, “This is it. A Miracle.” And you’re acutely aware of that sensation, that feeling that there is a much higher power inside your being who speaks to you and understands your pain. It’s your inner strength.

After 7 hours of searching for a song that made me feel infinite, I gave up. And stumbled upon it. Why do I upset myself over people who weren’t worth it? I hurt them, but I need to let them heal. I need to let myself heal.