Cameron Frye, this one's for you

Ela. Brasil. Vinte e um.
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She. Brazil. Twenty-one.

when men started
calling me beautiful, i cut
off all my hair and let the
woman give it to someone
who deserved the title
more.

i was raised in a home where people
walked around me as if i were a thin
sheet of glass. tip toes tips and
toes, they left me

believing that there were no such thing
as shadows.

they taught me to have faith in a god.
in myself. to believe in love and happiness
and everything that doesn’t break, but

nothing moves me anymore. not even
the memories. not even the soft hinges

of the past. i’m wearing my skin and it
clatters when i walk, and

no one prepared me for
this.

—shinji moon (via commovente)

(via plasticpixie)