Figuring It Out @clumsylunajade - Tumblr Blog

"I found the hardest parts of you the easiest to love. And it wasn't the way you flaunted your frame when you were spitting fire that made it so, but the conviction in your eyes that made everything easier. I knew every time you yelled that it was only passion coming to the surface. I understood that all the moments of side-eye and passive comments was the work of untrustworthy suitors; individuals who could never know your worth no matter how much value was placed in front of them. With every curse and curled fist aimed at my conscience, I knew you were fighting yourself as much as me. I saw the fear behind your eyes when you screamed. I recognized the insecurity. You didn't want me to leave; you just wanted more love. And I saw that. I saw the real you in your flaws; as beautiful as they were deadly."

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“all I hear is the wind slapping against the gravestones of those who did not make it, those who did not survive to see the confetti fall from the sky, those who did not live to watch the parade roll down the street. I have grown accustomed to a lifetime of aphorisms meant to assuage my fears, pithy sayings meant to convey that everything ends up fine in the end. There is no solace in rearranging language to make a different word tell the same lie.”

— Clint Smith, “When people say, ‘we have made it through worse before,’” published in Wildness

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“Like any bad woman, I only like the beginnings of things.”

— Eloisa Amezcua, “Notes,” from From The Inside Quietly

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women be making art in a desperate attempt to articulate something utterly inarticulable and losing their minds in the whirlpool of haywire dissatisfaction that pervades every inch of their feverish too-big-too-small selves