Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via larmoyante)
❝ 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.
Freedom. ❞
14 . 05 . 14 lit  prose  diriye osman  fairytales for lost children  loneliness  freedom    +8239
  via: larmoyante
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