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I remember the way he hugged me. I remember that it almost hurt, but in a good way - as if he wanted me to sink into him, keep me inside his body. I remember not breathing. I remember not needing to… because for once, somebody breathed for me, somebody lived for me. And I remember being so utterly, completely happy. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I hold on to anyone that followed, nobody else ever held me that way. Nobody even came close. No one else ever held me so tightly.

Isn’t this the saddest? // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)

this is too real

Salvador Dali

“The Temptation of St. Anthony”

wordsnquotes

Sometimes the night wakes in the/ middle of me/ and I can do nothing/ but become the moon.

Nayyirah Waheed

original: أحياناً اللَّيْلُ يَسْتَيْقِظُ بِداخِلي وَ ليسَ بِإمكاني عَمَلُ شَيء .سِوى أَنْ أكُونَ قَمَراً

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hopefulsky

I say every day, “It will be alright.” At this point, I’m not even sure if that is true. But if I stopped telling myself that, I don’t know how I would survive.

C.H. (via hopefulsky)