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Ben Sasso
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āI flinch when most people touch me and I donāt know why. There are days where I dream of someone coming into my life and holding my hand with so much intention, with so much of forever in their fingertips - that my fear of everything seems to slip away. but then there are the days where I cannot imagine a single finger grazing my cheek without me being terrified of everything around me, of the way hands can break bones and drown love, of the way endings are inevitable. I flinch when most people touch me and I donāt know why. I am frightened by the idea of being alone and the idea of being with someone that I donāt know how to balance love or life and everything that intersects. I flinch when most people touch me and I donāt know why, all I know is that I need your fingers running through my hair the way I need to forget what it means to be left, desperately.ā
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Untitled by Laura Makabresku Via Flickr: facebook / blogspot / tumblr / deviantart
Dissected-Yet-Misunderstood or They Still Never Understood Her Heart by The Friedles Via Flickr: Began this painting from a photo by www.flickr.com/photos/yllparisienne/16928672497/in/faves-... Ultimately felt the vegetables represented her interior and went towards a dissection theme. Similar to talking at a person rather than with them...they end up feeling dissected but never understood.