"If a hiker forgets water, even the
dirty streams begin to look
refreshing and I’m starting to feel
like I’d drink anyone down right
now because my mouth has been
un-kissed for so long. It’s not that
I don’t see the scum on the side
of their necks, but desperation
grows on untouched skin like
moss and I really need to be held."

anne, the way loneliness shrinks standards (via versteur)

(via scattered-pillow)