i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break. even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, i hold my breath. i turn my face. i want to cry.
― marya hornbacher (via infantgirl)
(Source: bunny-gal)
J. Cole // Cole Summer
Now this right here is not a preview
Of what the album goin’ to bring you
