skin, bones, flesh, blood, and energy.

I thought I knew,
what real pain felt like,
until I saw you look at her,
the way I look at you.
—Word stories by P.P. (via oceanflowerbird)
if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
—one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while
I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are
still together.
—Warsan Shire


You’ve known someone for so long that you realise you can’t remember what their face looks like at all, just how it feels when it’s looking at you and how your body shifts when you’re looking at it. You’re worried until you realise that a face is just something to be looked through, and that just because you can’t remember the dimensions of your window frame, it doesn’t mean you don’t know everything about the street below


The Punk Singer (2013), dir. Sini Anderson