We pretend not to be able to read between the lines. Even when our fingers feel what our eyes choose to ignore. We waste so much time seeking validation in words, even when the tangible signs speak loudly enough. We keep asking questions, begging to be answered, even when we know that words mean nothing. That is the odd thing about words, I think. I love them more than anything, even though I know how empty they can be.
(via myfriendscallmemimmi)
