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“Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.”
―
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.”
―
“Girl, bite. Girl, devour. Girl, don't forgive.
Girl, stay angry. Girl, be selfish.
Girl, walk away from him when he raises his hand.
There is no place that can handle you,
but you must go anyway, to the hills, the mountains, the cities.
They'll call you monster, and they'll be so right.
Girl, show them.
Girl, run your hands along the wound and seal it with your heat.
Cauterize.
They thought they could get to you.
They thought they could take you and make you small.
There may be bruises, but you are no little thing.
Girl, show them your claws.
Show them your wings.
Rise.
Show them your army of injuries who have come to fight.
Show them the others like you.
Take over the city. Own the mountains.
Bite the hand and the one behind their back with all the good stuff.
Girl, show your teeth.
Never forget what you can do with them.”
―
Girl, stay angry. Girl, be selfish.
Girl, walk away from him when he raises his hand.
There is no place that can handle you,
but you must go anyway, to the hills, the mountains, the cities.
They'll call you monster, and they'll be so right.
Girl, show them.
Girl, run your hands along the wound and seal it with your heat.
Cauterize.
They thought they could get to you.
They thought they could take you and make you small.
There may be bruises, but you are no little thing.
Girl, show them your claws.
Show them your wings.
Rise.
Show them your army of injuries who have come to fight.
Show them the others like you.
Take over the city. Own the mountains.
Bite the hand and the one behind their back with all the good stuff.
Girl, show your teeth.
Never forget what you can do with them.”
―
“I promise a banquet for our ending.
I promise a parade of drums for the day you
close the door behind you for the last time.
I promise not to carry you around with me like a mistake
or a pack of gum, even when I forget what you taste like.
When they ask me about you,
I will always smile.
I will say your name and it will sound
like “thank you.”
― What We Buried
I promise a parade of drums for the day you
close the door behind you for the last time.
I promise not to carry you around with me like a mistake
or a pack of gum, even when I forget what you taste like.
When they ask me about you,
I will always smile.
I will say your name and it will sound
like “thank you.”
― What We Buried
“I always talk about love but I’ve seen a life where I can live without it, where I can eat with my hands, make the whole bed, leave the light on for myself.”
―
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“I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
I think about sex constantly.
I hate your parents. I’m pretty sure they hate me.
Do you have any idea how fucked up this is?
I’ve been sleeping with my back to you for months now,
and you haven’t touched me once.
I almost went home with the guy who gave me change
at the bank. I almost asked his name.
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
We don’t kiss like we used to. Your lips are always
cold and mine are always chapped.
Neither of us even apologize.
I haven’t shaved in days and you haven’t noticed.
I am insatiable.
I am a disaster just waiting to remember
the storm in her bones.
I am proud of this.
I want someone to fuck me so hard
that something inside of me snaps
and I can’t stop screaming ‘I love you, oh my God, I love you.’
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
Sometimes, I genuinely think the sky is bleeding, and I don’t
know how to stop it.
I don’t think I am capable of staying put.
My bags are already packed. I’ve been waiting for you
to check the bedroom.
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
I don’t know whose fault it is.
Let’s stop trying to make a broken thing work.
We were brave for trying.
We were brave for trying.”
―
I think about sex constantly.
I hate your parents. I’m pretty sure they hate me.
Do you have any idea how fucked up this is?
I’ve been sleeping with my back to you for months now,
and you haven’t touched me once.
I almost went home with the guy who gave me change
at the bank. I almost asked his name.
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
We don’t kiss like we used to. Your lips are always
cold and mine are always chapped.
Neither of us even apologize.
I haven’t shaved in days and you haven’t noticed.
I am insatiable.
I am a disaster just waiting to remember
the storm in her bones.
I am proud of this.
I want someone to fuck me so hard
that something inside of me snaps
and I can’t stop screaming ‘I love you, oh my God, I love you.’
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
Sometimes, I genuinely think the sky is bleeding, and I don’t
know how to stop it.
I don’t think I am capable of staying put.
My bags are already packed. I’ve been waiting for you
to check the bedroom.
I don’t think we’re in love anymore.
I don’t know whose fault it is.
Let’s stop trying to make a broken thing work.
We were brave for trying.
We were brave for trying.”
―
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