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She has always been like this when she’s sad. Like she wants to be pressed to me but also distant, next to me and far away from me at the same time. Like she is practicing being gone. And I don’t really get it, how she can turn from me when she’s at her most miserable, times when all I want to do is hold her and never let go. It’s like the sadness pushes me, pulls her. And her pulling away makes things worse, way worse, for me, but I can’t ever tell her that, because then she’s even more sad, for hurting me. Too many layers of hurt and it starts to suffocate us both.

from Scrambled Eggs at Midnight

(via littlemiss, yellowbricks)

ok, então mais alguéns. ok.