When you aren’t really you,

fuckmewithwordss:

then the who that you are is different somehow: strong, and part of everything … sure of harvest for every season … glad to be sad. You are a riddle with hundreds of answers, a song with a thousand tunes.

-Anette Sandford “Nobody Listens When I Talk”

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