When I Touch Her, My Fingers Dont Question What She Is. My Body Knows Who She Is. The Strange Thing About

When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.

Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods (via podencos)

who you are in high school is not who you will be in college and who you are in college is not who you will be when you are 30.

when you accept that you are malleable and ever-changing, you will be less resistant to new ways of thinking and being and you will grow into the beautiful person you are meant to become.

resist the urge to remain stagnant. there are always things to learn about the world and yourself. let yourself learn them.

Cold, I was, like snow, like ivory. I thought He will not touch me, but he did.

Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of Pygmalion’s Bride (via starseas)

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