#Dawn Lanuza

[thoughtkick]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[stay-close]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[perfectquote]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[thehopefulquotes]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[resqectable]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[perfeqt]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[perfectfeelings]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[quotefeeling]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[nightlyquotes]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[mesutbahtiyarolacak]

“Seni büyük dozlarda düşündüğümde umutsuzluk içinde, özlem içinde, suçluluk içinde boğuluyorum.

Seni günde üç kez tabağıma teslim edilen yemekler gibi minik porsiyonlarla düşünmeyi öğrendim.

Her seferinde beni beslemeye, umut vermeye, kalbimi canlı tutmaya yetecek kadar.”

[blogthefiresidechats]

My book haul....

You guessed it……another book haul for me today. Now, I was able to browse the bargain section while I was at my local bookstore and that’s where I picked up many of the books off this list. That would explain why I was able to get so many of the books that I got today……because many of the books were priced much cheaper than the actual listing price.

[thoughtkick]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[stay-close]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[perfectquote]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza

[thehopefulquotes]

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

Dawn Lanuza

[resqectable]

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.

Dawn Lanuza