First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.
I want to bury the curves of my face into his neck.
Find his warmth with the waves of my body. It is most simple & most loved.
The drowsiness is combing over my conscious mind. There is no barrier when thoughts and conversations are spoken at the edge of slumber. The thoughts, it’s not so guarded. The heart, it’s not so quiet. There’s this state that they both sync together and speak as one. The state is rare. The state is seconds of realization and tremendously beautiful. More soon than wanted, the spoken words are forgotten, buried in the layers of consciousness and will emerge once again at the drowsiness edge state of mind.
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A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
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There’s no cure for being a cunt.
She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via psych-facts)