Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
|—||Unknown (via skeletales)|
I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you talk about. You can talk about anything and everything.
Me: But I have about fifty books at home I haven't read, there's no reason for me to buy these.
My brain: Okay, but consider this: more books.
why can’t periods just last for like an hour, like okay you’ve made your point, I’m not pregnant you can leave now
With you, intimacy colours my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.
|—||Warsan Shire (via beautilation)|