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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via excalibee)

the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach

— (via 59oz)

(Source: 80st)