Your muscles have a certain memory about them, that’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know; The warmth of your back, the pace of your heart beat, your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.
(via inurements)
To Claire; from sonny
(Source: leolardodicaprio, via lezgoequestrian)
