Beres King

I live on the edge of a sleepy soul, a moist rose, and an infinite lilac sky beneath my chin.

—M. Melia, The Unravelling Travelogue (via larmoyante)

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When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… To be alive is to be vulnerable.

—Madeleine L’Engle 

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