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“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”
— Kiera Cass, The One
This is why some of us wake up in the middle of night looking for saint— and maybe your saint is the moon, or maybe your phone, or maybe it’s that moment you walk out the door to look up at the stars just to prove to the heavens you’re still alive.
— Kelli Russell Agodon, from “I Don’t Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
“loneliness is the anchor / you’ve always carried with you”
— Lisel Mueller, from “Voyager,” Second Language (via lifeinpoetry)
“Are you scared of the dark?” he asks me. I say, “Why would I be scared of what is part of me?”
— something lurks inside me, and it will make or wreck me. t.b. (via lewiscarol)
Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.
“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”
— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)
“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”
— IT’S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE,by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
“You’re supposed to grow out of horridness, aren’t you? I don’t think I ever grew out of mine. Sometimes I think it’s still inside me, like something nasty I swallowed, that got stuck…”
— Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger (via antigonick)
“The sadness of the past is with me always.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via therepublicofletters)
“My dear, how far do you go hunting monsters before you become one yourself?”
— ashpichu (via ourobcros)
“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes, the men – they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.”
— Warsan Shire, from “The House,” Her Blue Body
“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via books-n-quotes)
“I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear.”
— Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body, by Roxane Gay
“It is holy / to say any name 3 times, but I’ve stood in front of enough mirrors/ to know no one is coming / just because you ask for them”
— Reyna N.A. Excerpt of “Ghost”, from “Hand Made Ghosts” (via exit152)
“everything beautiful in us / is already / dying.”
— — Gwen Benaway, from day/break (via lifeinpoetry)
“when you fall in love- you fall into an ocean. it is vast, it is deep, it is powerful. so, swim a little.”
— swim a little. |(morsus engel)|
“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”
— Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V
“Tell me, in storms, that you love me.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth; “That You Love Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I rehearsed it all night—the absence of mercy, as a condition to you who said when I am in the same room as your body I am in a different room.”
— Kimberly Grey, from The Opposite of Light: Poems; “We Are Mostly Merciful”
“But I know better. You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive.”
— Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me (via incandescentghost)
