I think about you all the time. I think about what you’re wearing, and what you’re doing, and who you’re doing it with. I think about what friends you have, I think about what you eat before you work and what shampoo you use and what happened in your family. I think about your eyes, and your mouth, and what you feel when you kill someone. I think about what you had for breakfast. I just… want to know everything.
Tessa Thompson photographed by Clement Pascal
“Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.”— bell hooks All About Love - New Visions (via cancerninja)
AOA’s Seolhyun for GQ Korea
not to be a dramatic bitch but the iconic emily bronte line ‘i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free’ hits me in the chest every time and transports me to an undisclosed rural hill in england some time in the 1800s with my hair tangling in the wind as im forced to think about everything i was and everything i’m turning into
womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”
I was dying when we first met. I mean, I looked well enough, just got out of rehab and all that. Thought that I knew everything, but I didn’t. I didn’t realize how much work I would have to put in and how much time it would take. But most of all, I didn’t realize that things could get better. And that I could actually be… Yes, I was dying. And no one could see it but you. You saved my life, Joan. We’re partners. No, we’re much better than that. We’re two people that love each other. We always have been.
Invincible— Aminé
