But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You (via lostinbooks)
She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.
― Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
― Ann Brashares, Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood (via chubbylittlewitch)