I loved you more than you deserved, fucker.

— You Didn’t Deserve a Thing (#81: January 19, 2014)


i don’t believe in the whole “if you love her, let her go” if you love her, you should fucking hold onto her no matter what and make sure she’s never alone

Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.



I know he doesn’t love me, but I adore him anyway.

— (via kittensgotclaws)


Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.