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)
people who can’t handle all black outfits are weak
— (via neopiacentral)
Studies show that women apologize more than men, often for perfectly reasonable acts like, you know, taking up space.
— (via jessielou24)
Shout out to my Dad, A HUGE FUCK YOU. Thank you for always being here for me, thank you for always wandering how I am doing, Thank you for always thinking of me and my sisters needs before yours, Thank you for being there to protect me and the biggest of thank you’s for supporting me, my sisters and my mom through everything that you have put us through. Even after everything you have done to hurt me, worry me, putting me last, making me cry, I still love you.. Because, I still remember you Calling me every night just to talk before I went to bed, letting me to read to you over the phone and telling me how great I was at reading, taking me to the river, going jet skiing, going to Clear Lake every summer, going to the pig feeds, catching lizards, camping in the back yard, going on shooting adventures, walking the dogs, having lazy Sunday mornings watching movies in the living room, you making us breakfast in the morning, steamrolling us to wake us up, going on late night runs to get candy and Oreos, renting movies, playing with the kittens, taking the dogs to the lake and playing fetch, camping, going to the dog park, Leatherbys, going to the dog pound and many more memories. I have been there for you for everything, when no one else was and all I have to say is, I am over pretending I am okay with you Ignoring me after everything I have been through with you. You are not a good Dad and I wish you were and I know you wish you were too. I know You love me and my sisters but the thing about having children is that you have to show them that they exist and that they are important or else they will turn out having anxiety problems abandonment issues and a whole lot of resentment that you will never know about because they will care too much about you to say it. So actually fuck me for letting myself care for that long and thinking you will change back to the Dad that I couldn’t wait to spend the weekend with and that I used to talk to about everything everyday with, change back into and actual Dad…
Confirmation that Hazel was WEARING the shirt Gus wore the day they first met, on the night of the news