Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.
But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.
—Clementine von Radics, “Bodily” (via feellng)
The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.
—Roald Dahl, Matilda (via feellng)
…it is easier to say ‘my tooth is aching’ than to say ‘my heart is broken’…
—C.S.Lewis, The Problem of Pain