That's the thing about people who haven't been loved much..They think about every kind gesture, a slightest touch of fingers, kind smiles, random acts of love, intimacy in every small thing done. They find that love wherever they can cause it was never given to them freely. They don't ask for love, they search for it everywhere.
You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
sext: “did you see the moon tonight?”
sext: i thought of you when i saw the moon
I might become a literature professor
― "Manon Lescaut", Antoine François Prévost
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Wil van Gogh. May 1889. The Illustrated Provence Letters of van Gogh selected and edited by Martin Bailey
In my "hate everything " era
Paruyr Sevak, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Your unripe love"
Mary Oliver, “Don't Hesitate.” Devotions
”Wow you’re so self aware for your age!” I’ve been filtering every experience I ever have through a thick sieve of shame ever since I turned 12
“I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.”
— Michelle K., I Know I Deserve More.
