there’s certain songs I’ll just never be able to listen to again

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via squirrelfiend)
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.
She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)