wreckedblog:

how many times do i have to reblog you before you notice i wanna talk to you

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
― She was always holding my hand (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
oh my god who fucking cares
― anyone who’s been on this site longer than 5 minutes (via psychosematic)
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Epiphany.  (via senyahearts)