"Physical contact has not come naturally to me. It seemed, and seems, laden with significance, so laden that one might like to avoid it altogether. One might, in fact, over the years, begin to avoid it like the plague, begin to claim such absolute ownership over one’s own body that contact itself — the brush of a hand, even, let alone the startling number of emotional and physical nerve endings jangled by an embrace — begins to seem a threat."
“Wasted” by Marya Hornbacher (via votebob)
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