#feeligs

I love you that much , that i wanna break down all my figure and lay my head over your knees and cry out all this river that hits me with sadness waves.

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“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”

aquele vazio, aquele sentimento de insuficiência inexplicável quando você faz de tudo para se manter em um circulo de amizade e finalmente percebe que se há esforço nn há reciprocidade...

I was never really a hugger before. I was never really in favour of touch. All the touches I experienced in childhood were those with a certain snake-like intent accompanied with honey promises for superficial gratification. I became a toy for hungry eyes and even hungrier hands. ‘Beaufitul’ was a word thrown around so carelessly that it started to sound more of a curse to me. Its blackness and effects ignored because it became the only bridge I could cross in order to feel any connection in this world. I never thought I deserved better. I never thought there was better… until suddenly, I met the kind of hands you read about in books. The ones that correspond to a genuine smile and gentle eyes; a wonder and hesitation conveyed with the desire to learn more about how I would want to be touched without asking anything in return. For the first time ever, I was approached with the kind of respect I deserved all along. And suddenly, I was allowed to be soft instead of strong.