“Anchorage. The desire to hold on to time as it passes, like trying to keep your grip on a rock in the middle of a river. Feeling the weight of the current press against your chest while your elders float on downstream calling over the roar of the rapids, ‘Just let go—it’s okay—let go.’”—(via mols)
“Are you following me?” she asks, but doesn’t meet my gaze.
“Yeah,” I say.
I give her the only honest and true answer I have. “You’re where I want to be.”—Leaving Paradise, Simone Elkeles (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via changvalerie)