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“A Prayer for The Wild at Heart

A prayer for the wild at heart
Kept in cages
I know how you long
To run wild and free
To feel your blood pumping
To hear your heart beating faster
Yet you can’t
For you are locked inside a prison
One that you will never escape
I can hear your howls of pain
And your growls of frustration
Pacing back and forth
Clawing at the bars
Tearing at your skin
Begging to be set free
Your eyes are wild of full hate
You face bears no smile
Only a snarl of anger

Blood drips from your hands
Blood from the people
Who didn’t understand
Your fearful whimpers fill the air
As you look to the full moon
And let out a mournful howl
Your voice gets louder
As I and the others join in
We let our pleads fill the night
As we sit in our cold cages
Praying someone will hear

- Tennessee Williams”
― Tennessee Williams, Stairs to the Roof

“(...) like he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is coming back for it.

Or he left a piece of himself with you
and you are terrified
he is not coming back for it.”
― Brenna Twohy, Forgive Me My Salt

“The best part of having superpowers
is that most of the time
other people do not even know that you
have them—
like when Peter Parker goes paintballing,
people just think he is a really awesome paintballer,
and he totally gets away with using his Spidey senses,
and when Aquaman is on OkCupid,
and he says he spends a lot of time
thinking about global warming,
people just think he’s a conscientious
dude,
and on the days that I get out of bed
and put on appropriate workplace attire
and eat three meals, none of which are Hot Pockets,
people can’t even tell that right then,
at that moment,
I am using my superpowers.

Anxiety is your body’s response to perceived danger
and mine is so strong
you would have to call it a superpower.

It never gives up;
It is always looking for a fight;
It is the fiercest part of me.”
― Brenna Twohy, Forgive Me My Salt

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets