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.
fühlt sich an wie
nach Hause kommen,
nachdem man lange
-Do you want to talk about it?
-No, i just want to cry and get high.
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your now favourite colour.
You see, heaven isn’t a place we go when we die. It’s that split-second in life where you actually feel alive.