Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.
― Neil Gaiman- Fahrenheit 451 Introduction (via dortheaisles)

jaclcfrost:

undeadxarmy:

jaclcfrost:

idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is

but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck. 

the bond between the person wearing someone else’s clothes and the person whose clothes they are wearing is strong

camsfarts:

queen-wienerlooks:

shego:

shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with

shout out to people who can have regular conversations with you naked.

shout out to being naked

There is not a cemetery
in your ribcage.
Your heart is not his ashtray.
The human tongue
was not given
to light matches.
Do not let your body
become any less.
Do not lose
your humanity.
Michelle K., Humanities. (via michellekpoems)