let me see that shit

I was always drawn to that far away look in your eyes and the way you would look someone in the eyes when you speak to them.

—The Host Club (via katie223)

The first time
you took off your clothes
in front of me, you slid
the white fabric of your blouse
off your arms and revealed
the pale ladders
of scars.

You never referenced them
directly. You said you were
lost, once. You said you
did things, once, and you
did them because they
helped you survive yourself.

I didn’t say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
and for every line you left
upon yourself and healed,
I found another reason
to call you beautiful.

—Gabriel Gadfly, “Survival” (via self-taughtreality)

(Source: gabrielgadfly.com, via self-taughtreality)