We need things, and the opposite of them, and we are so rarely completely comfortable.
June 13th, 2013 // 15 notes
See, that’s the thing,” he said. “I like that you tell me off when you’re crying. And that you call me out for making stupid jokes. I like that you work out but eat crap all the time. I like that you’re so strong and don’t apologize for it, and that you’re so beautiful but you don’t define yourself by it.” He reached down and took her hands. “I do like you for who you are, Jo,” he said. “I always have. You just haven’t noticed. Una LaMarche, Five Summers (via words-written)
June 13th, 2013 // 10 notes
People often confuse New Yorkers for being cold but I find it’s quite the opposite. We feel things. Intensely. We just don’t ever apologize for feeling the wrong kind of feelings. Things I’ll Miss About New York,
June 12th, 2013 // 13 notes
Watching people is a good hobby, but you have to be careful about it. You can’t let people catch you staring at them. If people catch you, they treat you like a first-class criminal. And maybe they’re right to do that. Maybe it should be a crime to try to see things about people they don’t want you to see. Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via fuzzysparrow)
June 12th, 2013 // 9 notes