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“I want to burn myself alive, and then scream out that there’s a fire. I wanna tell all of the ones that left that they abandoned a sinking ship. Look what became of the person you knew. Look at my wrists and what happenedon hopeless nights. Pray believe I nearly died each day I thought of how painful it was to be alive. I started chipping myself away when I was five years old. I asked my daddy to forgive me, but how could he fathom it? These are words I didn’t know I had in me. This is pain that erupted with articulation. The ship sank to the bottom and is in ruins. I’m afraid. I’m afraid I will wake up someday, with nothing, nothing, nothing left.”— © Kayla Kathawa (via ninakathawa)
“He said, “I never want to pull out of you” and I think I fell in love. What a fucked up thing to do. And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem but it’s turning into a fucked up poem because I haven’t been able to cum in three years without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base, like second base, like third base, like home.”— “The Most Magnificent Pastime” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
“Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.”— Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings
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“Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don’t wanna make eye contact while telling it.”— John Green
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A flower is first hidden underground before it is ever seen. But does this make it any less of a flower? Does your growth, seen or unseen, make you any less of the beautiful being that you are?
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“One day, I plan to love so loudly, my body abandons every demon harvesting me.”— Arati Warrier, “Alive”
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third base is when you both discuss your emotional trauma with one another