Beauty makes sense to me, has weight for me, only when it falls from grace. It starts to matter when it carries damage. Sorrow allows it to cast a shadow. It becomes three-dimensional. It enters our world.

Adia. Twentysomething. Mulatta. Pagan. Vegan. Little girl at heart.

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"All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living."

Iain S. Thomas (via bl-ossomed)

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Maybe I’m a ghost. image I reach out and shift the space around you, just slightly, a touch you won’t recall. Like a cool breeze on the back of your neck: you smile, you shudder, but its not enough for you to turn toward.

"If you’re ever cold," I wrote, "there’s warmth inside me. I’m the pocket of an old winter coat."