To be touched, truly touched, that’s what I’m looking for. To unfold at the brush of skin like a rare flower blooming. To be surfaced at the curl of fingertips around my soul. I am tired of shallow fun. I want my heart to shudder at a touch, to whisper, here, here, it’s all yours.
—  Beau Taplin || T h e  T o u c h 

Slipping isn’t the same as falling; falling doesn’t always mean crashing; and crashing doesn’t mean that you can’t still stand up and fight.

No matter how bad things may seem, no matter how bad things may get, you can turn it around. This is not the end. Don’t give up the fight.