“It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.”

Valerie, 16. Metro Manila. A bibliophile searching for inner writer.
"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.”
— She was always holding my hand  (via fabulousbitch69)
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