Expectation is the root of all heartache.

—Shakespeare (via refluent)

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WiFi: connected
Me: then fucking act like it

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.

—Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children

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