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Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn’t get interested in leaving life or living it.
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| — | Toni Morrison, Beloved (via so-hopelessly-alone) |
I’ve been weak and leaking so much poison
in all the rivers around me the fish are dying,
and the trees are vying for some light
but I’m the eternal night
writing rhymes about wind chimes and world peace
while even in my sleep I’m fighting wars
that grind the enamel off my teeth
and I wake with my jaw clenched and my body bent
thinking, “How many dishes have I broken this week?”
in an attempt to not break myself
by taking brutal belt to my hide
‘cause it’s hard to wanna survive.
in all the rivers around me the fish are dying,
and the trees are vying for some light
but I’m the eternal night
writing rhymes about wind chimes and world peace
while even in my sleep I’m fighting wars
that grind the enamel off my teeth
and I wake with my jaw clenched and my body bent
thinking, “How many dishes have I broken this week?”
in an attempt to not break myself
by taking brutal belt to my hide
‘cause it’s hard to wanna survive.
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| — | Andrea Gibson (via rarararambles) |
Her constellations lead me home, ten thousand shades of open, and if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure is that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But I’m like, go ahead, I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.
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| — | Andrea Gibson, Wasabi (via psimalesbian) |
There’s a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it’s true but you haven’t told anyone yet. Of all the things, that is what I remember most.
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| — | Barbara Kingsolver - The Poisonwood Bible (via chlorion) |
She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one’s major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anonymous. It is not, after all, where you live.
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| — | Toni Morrison (via prima-volta) |
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
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| — | Toni Morrison, Beloved (via fleurishes) |
