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I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It’s nice.

—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

(Source: vanished)

Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.

—Anneli Rufus

(Source: airplanes)

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

—Andrea Gibson … genius (via eschew0bfuscation)

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

—We Were Emergencies- Buddy Wakefield

(Source: ymehcuotrac)

Shall I compare thee to a summers day. No, a summers day is not a bitch.

—Nick, New Girl (via prettylittlehatemachines)

Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance.

—Henry Miller, Sexus (via litverve)