Oct 3, 2023
That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
~Iain Thomas
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That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
~Iain Thomas
“I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end. And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.” And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.”” Iain Thomas, “The Light That Shines When Things End” (via oofpoetry)
“There is a kind of secret strength. It lives in you and no one, not even you, knows it's there. It lives inside you, waiting for the day it's needed, waiting for the darkest hour of the darkest night.” — lain S. Thomas
"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place." -Iain Thomas- Painting by: John Everett Millais - The Blind Girl, 1856.
Dear Future You, Hold on. Please. Love, Me. Dear Current You, I’m holding on. But it hurts. Love, Me. Dear Past You, I held on. Thank you. Love, Me. -pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You
Iain S. Thomas
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place." -Iain Thomas
— Iain Thomas
“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”
