Alice Bag
"In your arms, I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together, so if I unfold now, like a love letter, tell me you’ll write back soon. Tell me you’ll still come untethered. I saw the moon last night for the first time in months. She reminded me of you, slouching stubborn in the light. "
— —Andrea Gibson (via fearisonlyaverbifyouletitbe)
