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My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
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you know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day
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i dont know how this happens, do parents mistakes and life experiences really rub off on your that much, youve been through it, why do the same thing. 

i just dont understand. 

if you know whats happening why would you be that person that wrecks it, theres so much on the table, what are you doing, 

are you both that selfish, is that even the right word. 

i never knew it could hurt this much when youre not in the first primary circle,

the ripple effects of life astound me. 


Landscapes, 2014 | by Polly Balitro
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And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine.’ But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
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I think the scariest thing about falling in love is that there’s always an opportunity to fall out of it. There is no signed contract, no promises that can’t be broken, no guarantees that that person will stick around and that scares me to death. One day, they can just wake up and be over your little weird habits, and the way you say the letter “I.” They’ll realize you’re selfish, they’ll realize they deserve so much more. And that’s the scariest thought I’ve ever had.
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