do you ever just wonder if there’s someone who secretly thinks about you and wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how
There’s something so real about holding hands; some kind of complex simplicity, saying so much by doing so little. I love it.
in excess has a deeper impact on my mood and emotions than any other substance I have encountered in everyday life. I do not mean in a positive way. I quite love a black cup of Sumatra on a quiet morning, but it seems as if coffee is poison. :(
At the very least gives the illusion of fixing everything. (I’ll take it!)