"When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”
— Margaret Atwood (via attaches)
"One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?”
— Steve Maraboli (via ehmpyre)
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