Like Tears in Rain

For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

Isaac Marion  (via seabois)

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