Sometimes I become very aware of how out of my control life is and I’m just like
Someone please get me my inhaler.

I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you.

Ryan O’Connell 

(via catalpastreet)

In my defense, my forgotten breasts. In my defense, the hair no one brushed from my face. In my defense, my hips.

Months earlier, I remembered thinking that sex was a ship retreating on the horizon. I could do nothing but shove my feet in sand.

I missed all the things loneliness taught me: eyes that follow you crossing a room, hands that find their home on you. To be noticed, even.

In my defense, his hands. In my defense, his arms. In my defense, how when we just sat listening to each other breathe, he said, This is enough.

My body was a house I had closed for the winter. It shouldn’t have been that difficult, empty as it was. Still, I stared hard as I snapped off the lights.

My body was specter which haunted me, appearing when I stripped in the bathroom, when I crawled into empty beds, when it rained.

My body was abandoned construction, restoration scaffolding which became permanent. My body’s unfinished became its finished.

So in my defense, when he touched me the lights of my body came on. In my defense, the windows were thrown open. In my defense, spring.

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz Not Doing Something Wrong Isn’t the Same as Doing Something Right

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