My Therapy

I'll write, you read, we'll both get through it

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I want to love you in your language.
Speak to you in touches.
Look at you with the words that fill the space between our bodies - words that will never be invented because they will be too small.
Press my cheek to our child’s cheek the way I do yours, the way my mother does mine, so that a manner of loving can be passed through generations.
And I wish that every morning you could wake up to a thousand different versions of these words,
But I hope that my sleepy mumblings will be enough in their stead.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
There are never enough words.
I love you.

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11:22am

mollyflanagan:

Oatmeal stout tastes like intensity, long stares and sweetness on the tips of our tongues. We chain smoked American Spirits. You told me about how death by suicide changed everything for you. I told you about how death on a cross turned me into something new. You had respect in your fingertips and…

Unreal.

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

Danielle LaPorte (via saintofsass)

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