All things are not equal, but
yes I’m hungry. My heart is
hungry. I don’t know how to
explain the thing I’m searching
for, I just know I haven’t
found it. I want to hold a hand,
but it’s not just about the
holding, it’s about the hand
and not all hands are equal.
Maybe I’m crazy for waiting
but I just want to still be
starving when I find my
person, so they’re the one I
fill myself up on.

Rebeka Anne, hunger strike (via aestheticintrovert)

I’m searching for a word
to describe that overwhelming
feeling of thirst in the midst of an
ever-expanding ocean,
but all I can think of is you.
I’ve named many bodies
of water in your name, and they
have all drowned me just the same.

Pavana पवन