Aaron Croomes

I’m the truth & the rumor.

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Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Musings Before Sleep”

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Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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I have needed fixing from the moment I was born. I can feel myself falling apart. Does it matter that I am afraid?

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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The ugliest, most selfish part of me is tired of feeling responsible for the chasm I feel—like somehow I have to end it, change it, fill it up.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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Pain makes me tired. My body needs to rest, but it’s more than that. I’m exhausted by feigning comfort, and I don’t want to translate what’s going on inside me, even for my friends.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Operation Cyclone”

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[beccawise7]

Late Night Thoughts. 💜🖤