And I think that is what writing is. It’s listening for that beating heart. It’s our job to decipher it to the best of our abilities
Stuck in Love (via thespinningjenny)
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via tiger-milk)
: Dylan looks like he is a good kisser from what I have seen