"

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

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– Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)

(via flyingfromreality)

"I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin."
– Azra. T, Braile (via aurelle)

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"God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."
– Sylvia Plath (via avvfvl)

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