Okay, so, you’re an optimist with depressive tendencies.
If I had word to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
"P a t r o c l u s", he said. He was always better with words than I.
"Hey there, Cas. Mind if I sit?"
Part 2 (part 1 here)
Misha lays down the motherfucking law. [x]
"People at #dallascon keep staring at (or near) my crotch! #imnotapieceofmeat!" [x]
Watson formally invited men to join the fight for gender equality in a moving speech on Sept. 21, launching the HeForShe campaign.
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.