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“These are hard times.
The world hurts.
We live in fear and forget to walk with hope.
But hope has not forgotten you.
So ask it to dinner.
It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.”
Libba Bray
(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via rust-and-wishbones)
(via yeswanderlust)
I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?
(Source: atomos, via rust-and-wishbones)
(Source: sunbabe-swag, via itsasightsoundaneed)
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