Rim Baudey
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]
(via metamorphesque)
That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
~Iain Thomas
Sometimes I fear you’ve seen too much of me
other times I realize you barely know me at all
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