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I think this will alway be my favorite postsecret.

“Your love is suspicious; for I do not deserve it.”

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

‘I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.’

Jane Austen, “Northanger abbey”

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

i love it when i catch myself being myself and being happy like yes this is exactly how it should be

"mortifying ordeal of being known" shut up let's talk about the miraculous kindness of being remembered

Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"

anyway. Every once in a while you a read a book that slices your heart open and reminds you of the humongous amount of art and literature and people and experiences that could make you feel the same way and your heart kind of grows a little too much inside your chest and you find yourself aching for all of that beauty and all of these emotions and you wish with just a tiny bit of selfishness you could have it all at once just to make sure you don’t miss any of it

did you know my baby is sweet as can be. yeah, she gives me toothaches just from kissing me.