Tag Archives: Queued

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust. David Levithan (via psych-facts)

I loved him more than I ever loved anyone in the world. I loved to watch him and to hear him talk, I loved his hands and his face, and when I was with him all my fears were calmed. Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit And Three Other Plays (via easymomentsandobsession)

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too. Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via sincerely-happiness) keeping-it-gay (via halesbilinski)