one day i’ll be brave enough to tell you

sirenletters:

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself.”

- Franz Kafka

apoetsparacosm:

when hands touch

red-demonic:

h0neydripper:

honestly people confessing their feelings to me is the cutest thing like yes send me that risky text or call me at 3 am or hurridly tell me what you’ve been too scared to say with red cheeks and a shaky voice fuck anything that lets me know you feel the same instead of leaving me to guess because i’m so tired of wondering whether people are coming or going

excerptsofstories:

You can’t just touch my soul and then leave me.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1400 // our memories cross my brain everyday