You made a ceremony out of holding your head in your hands because, you said, it could not be contained in itself.
Anthony Cudahy, “Shadw” (2011)
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
|—||James Joyce (via human-voices)|
do girls like guys with pasty white skin, little to no muscle, soft facial features and jawline, heavily slanted shoulders, and a pillowy torso
get at me