"They say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home."
Vincent Freeman, Gattaca (via stannisbaratheon)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming."
this is everything
Don’t fall in love with love. There is nothing worse than a paradox like this. Love the person, not the feeling. If you fall in love with love, it will leave you twenty times over the course of a single month, leave you bloody and begging for mercy, leave you seeping into the ground like an oil…