poetic–elixir:
You once told me that the human eye is god’s loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn’t even know there’s another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
(via stargazingafternoons)
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