I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.



It doesn’t cost a damn thing. 

Sprinkle that shit everywhere.

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my God I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)


Don’t Worry, You’re Not Seeing Things

You know those double-take moments where you could swear there was a face looking at you through the trees, or that your electrical outlet looks oddly surprised? You’re not alone. As it turns out, being such social animals, the human brain has a tendency to seek out faces, anything to which it can develop a social and sympathetic connection- this tendency to see faces is called Pareidolia. So the next time you see a screaming banshee in your oatmeal, remember: it’s not schizophrenia- it’s just your brain.

Source: BoredPanda