I’d like some v fried rice now this instant
someone talk to me
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via sadexistences)
It’s not a big thing, but I guess it’s true—big things are often just small things that are noticed.
