luthienne:

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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; “Miracle of the Black Leg”

[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]

zonnesproetje:

every time someone tells me they love me, however casual it may be, it feels like the world comes to a halt for a second . someone Loves me . me ! how wonderful