All of a sudden I want to be in love. It scares me.
What do you do with that kind of energy? Longing?
It doesn’t particularly help. I try to push it from my mind.
Hilariously enough The Yankee noticed it first. He told it to a mutual friend of ours. Pulled me out of my little closet. He’s so good at being a person who knows and loves me. I guess it comes easily to some people.
Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
– (via yoursly)