I think about this a lot. Not about love, but death. Like if I drove too slow and the car behind me got stuck at the red light, I think about how I just changed the path of their life by a couple minutes. So if they now got in a car accident and died, their death is on my hands! I’m a murderer. Just thought I’d share.(via getsleazzy)
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.