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There are dips in your shoulders where lips are meant to be, and those pockets of your ribs I think I could fit every one of my fingers. The small of your back has a hollow for my hands and the lines of your hips should know my legs wrapped around them. There’s something that tells me our chests should be pushed together because my heart won’t stop beating, “Closer, closer.”
S. E. Linder, Touch (via chamomilia)

"I don’t want to stop you, Pacey. I don’t want to stop Dawson, and I don’t want to be stopped. I mean, that’s what this whole year has been about. We’ve been trying to stop each other from moving on and from growing up… But not you, you’re different. You’ve challenged me every step of the way, and you’ve been there every step of the way."

(Source: dawsonscreekcast)

You are enough.
Paint it on your mirrors,
on the back of your eyelids,
drown it in your stomach,
sing it in every word you say.
You are never too much.
Eat your food,
sleep eight hours,
walk like you love yourself.
You are enough.
Say it in your sleep,
mantras to carry you through your day.
There is never enough of you.
You are a thirst that is never quenched.
I crave you when you’re away.
I love every piece of you.
But I cannot make you love yourself.
Michelle K., You Are Enough. (via michellekpoems)
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