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“Hell wasn't a major reservoir of evil, any more then Heaven, in Crowley's opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.”
― Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
― Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
“Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel. ”
― Number the Stars
― Number the Stars
“but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.”
― Exit West
― Exit West
“i want the moon tattooed on my wrists
my grandmother keeps asking me to pray,
i don’t have the heart to tell her that my
poems are the only God i have left in me
my mother keeps leaving without saying goodbye
i wish she’d let me cut my hair in the 7th grade,
maybe i’d know how to deal with loss by now
i told myself i’d stop kissing boys who didn’t know my name
i said, i’d stop picking at my bones like broken decorations,
i’d quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when
i said things like “my bones are heavy” i would only mean it
as a good thing
heavy bones can’t be broken,
you can’t break heavy bones”
―
my grandmother keeps asking me to pray,
i don’t have the heart to tell her that my
poems are the only God i have left in me
my mother keeps leaving without saying goodbye
i wish she’d let me cut my hair in the 7th grade,
maybe i’d know how to deal with loss by now
i told myself i’d stop kissing boys who didn’t know my name
i said, i’d stop picking at my bones like broken decorations,
i’d quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when
i said things like “my bones are heavy” i would only mean it
as a good thing
heavy bones can’t be broken,
you can’t break heavy bones”
―
“i don't know when love became elusive
what i know, is that no one i know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand i can never hold
everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic.
i think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until
i begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.
i ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts
i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.”
―
what i know, is that no one i know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand i can never hold
everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic.
i think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until
i begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.
i ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts
i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.”
―
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