Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions. - Susan Cain, Quiet (via teenager90s)

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in your palm, there is fire.
they always teach us
to move our hands if it’s too hot,
and stop the warmth from spreading.
i wrenched away, and you went cold.

i think maybe you were purifying me,
and it hurt to cleanse;
i fell apart in your hands again
and i would never let you see the pieces,
they are ugly and bare when exposed to your light.

i will not pull away next time.
i want your fingerprints seared into my flesh
like my veins map the lines of your palms;
i will not mistake my pleasure for pain;
darling, press stars into my arms.

- i swear, fireflies flew from your tongue as you breathed my name (9.16.14)

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What’s the good of living if you don’t try a few things? - Charles M. Schulz (via hqlines)

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i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home

this is the most relevant thing I have ever read

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A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her. -


I will reblog this every single time

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This is so fucking awesome

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you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon


maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad

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