“I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth. That mattered to me, their accidental beauty.”
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl In Pieces

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“I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth. That mattered to me, their accidental beauty.”
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl In Pieces
Last night I remembered my anger
the hatred in ur voice reminded me why I left
and why I used to keep my distance
why I never saw you as my
and you reminded me
why you could never be a
you reminded me of every hope i had that you killed with each word you said
why I was never good enough
to be taken care of
you only have to raise your voice
and I shrink under your rage
it’s the same anger that you
invaded within myself
Which one’s your favorite? 🧚♀️😊 I really appreciate your thoughts—can’t wait to hear what you’ll say!
“I wanna do this with you “ a love language
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
up at 3am googling how do i break out of a repetitive cycle that both comforts and harms me
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Blue Rotunda," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
it will pass but like can i at least get an eta
it's so hardcover –> we're so paperback
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
If you don't understand why somebody is grieving for so long over something, consider yourself fortunate that you do not understand.
and it breaks my heart
At least I got you in my dreams.
— r.r.