pack light.
But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I are really happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.
- Ian Thomas, The Moment My Skin Brushed Against Yours  (via shayeofodile)

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Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
- Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via shayeofodile)

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this is my “at home studying for finals” look