“Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I'd been so lonely for touch that I'd run for miles at night with shin splints just to move through air. His… — Kelle Groom Copy Share Image
“The key to living in a way that fat, broke & lonely can't touch is to get back i the game as… — Victoria Moran Copy Share Image
