"There Is No Death, Daughter. People Die Only When We Forget Them,

"There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,

If you can remember me, I will be with you always."

Isabel Allende, Eva Luna

"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."

Charles Dickens

//casual intimacy//

let me rest my head on your shoulder while we wait in line. weave your fingers through mine when we walk. i'll bump your shoulder with mine playfully and you can pat my head to wordlessly call me short. play with my hair when i lean back into you when we're standing close. i'll nudge your nose with mine to wordlessly say, i love you.

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

Once you've met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memory to return.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nothing, that happens, is ever forgotten even if you can't remember it.

~Spirited Away

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

I wanted to be someone’s only love. No before, no after. The beginning and the ending. The only name in all their chapters. Their firsts and their lasts. The one with whom they’d build their dreams and the one to whom they’d cry when the hurt would be unexplainable. I wanted to be someone’s only muse. Someone’s only dream. The whole of their heart and a big part of their world. The one they’d want to do life with. The one they’d come home to every night. Someone’s peace and their refuge. I wanted to be the only name they could relate to with all the love songs. The one they’d dedicate all the poetry to. I wanted someone who’d only look for me in the crowd. Who’d only think of me as their person. As theirs. Someone who’d only be mine. Mine.

to be naive and selfish about love