28 F, very homesick for arms that have never held me..
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19 March, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
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"my dark brown eyes are a mirror reflecting yourself, until the sun hits them and you see their bright red depths shining light on my heart and soul. Will you be my sun?"
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My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
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