November 2011
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I officially would like to get spoiled… Just saying…
“you don’t want to fall in love with me.”
– erykah badu (via iaineenzoonuffin)
Sometimes it feels like a stick is squeezed between my collarbones, firm but gently, and a dull ache spreads all over my upper chest and throat. It can happen at any time and place, often when I am alone, though it occurs around other people as well. It feels like I am crackling from the inside, my breathing gets weaker, all of my muscles stiffens, my stomach turns and a chronic weariness rolls...
“is about togetherness and the interminable quest for a place that we call home,...”
