isn’t it weird how with some people you never run out of things to talk about but with others it’s like you always end up talking about the weather
People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers lace with mine, and a palm presses to my palm. Tobias, holding my hand.
(Source: clarklois, via holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight)