When you have someone’s hair to bury your face in, the world doesn’t seem like such a terrible place.
— A friend. (via shadow-writer)
When you have someone’s hair to bury your face in, the world doesn’t seem like such a terrible place.
— A friend. (via shadow-writer)
Lessons.
The first time
I stood before him naked,
I was soft gooseflesh
and pale pink nipples
and self-conscious desire.
I was just a girl,
learning how to be a woman.
The last time
I stood before him naked,
I was fully clothed
and hands shaking
and unwavering resolve.
I am just a woman,
learning how not to be a girl.
