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Read gently.

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“She drifts, and sometimes she needs someone to define her, to drag her in, to know her, to bring her back to herself.”

— VàZaki Nada

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“I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.”

— Karese Burrows

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— nn. (via eternaldroplets)

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— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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I think about you a lot. 

I think about you like .. like I was never supposed to stop thinking about you

I think about you like dear god 

I think about you like..

I think about you like I bit my tongue. 

And it’s sitting in my mouth swollen and fat and raw

I think about you like 

Its the peak of summer, and from the moment I wake up I am drenched in you. 

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And so I did love you;

Definitely more than I loved myself 

& more than I knew at the time. 

Then: I loved you like Fourth of July,

Red and proud and screaming.

Now I wish my arms were Christmas Eve 

And you liked spending the holidays at home.

I’ve spent years unwrapping and rewrapping this guilt like an awkwardly shaped Christmas present but I just can’t get it right.

Now I haven’t seen you in years, 

I’ve gone over it like tongue over chapped lips and I still can’t forgive me either. 

Fourteen is hardly a child but definitely not an adult so who’s to blame for the grown decisions I made, 

Me; I am sorry.

I am so, so god damn sorry for everything I did to you 

Then; but now 

I’m sorry for me too 

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“half my mind and all my heart lay grotesquely in between the pages of my books.”

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 // 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

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“there is still so much of you that you haven’t discovered yet.”

— journalsbyrm

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I’m a soft believer in the wisdom of loving someone in such a way that sets them free because love blossoms in appreciation. Love blossoms when it’s watered with gentleness, tenderness, and care. Love blossoms when it is given the space to be beautiful on its own.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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