A Softer World: 1073
(My heart is layers of scar.)
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A Softer World: 1073
(My heart is layers of scar.)
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I got married, didn’t I!
"We may carry our pasts with us in every life, but we don't have to be defined by them. Please show yourself a thousandth of the care you show others."
Wyatt serving straight wisdom part 2
Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me
It’s hard to be a new you when you’re surrounded by people that know the old you.
tbh the best way that i explain to other people what it feels like to live with an anxiety disorder is the one time when i had to get a fingerprint and background check done for a job and i, someone who has never received so much as a speeding ticket my whole life, spent thirty minutes panicking that i would fail because i might secretly be a criminal and have no idea
if you hold me without hurting me
youll be the first who ever did
“When the businessman shoulder checks me in the airport, I do not apologize. Instead I write an elegy on the back of a receipt and tuck it in his hand as I pass through the first class cabin. Like a bee, he will die after stinging me. I am twenty four and I have never cried. Once, a boy told me he doesn’t believe in labels so I embroidered the word “chauvinist” on the back of his favorite coat. A boy said he “liked my hair the other way” so I shaved my head instead of my pussy- While the boy isn’t calling back, I learn carpentry, build a desk. Write a book at the desk. I taught myself to cum while counting the ceiling tiles. The boy says he prefers blondes and I steam cleam his clothes with bleach. The boy says I am not marriage material and I put gravel in his pepper grinder. The boy says period sex is disgusting and I slaughter a goat in his living room. The boy doesn’t ask if he can choke me so I pretend to die while he’s doing it. My mother says this is not the meaning of “unfazed.” When the boy says I curse too much to be pretty and I tattoo the word “cunt” on my lower lip, my mother calls this “being very phased.” But leftovers from the other universe are hours and hours of waiting for him to kiss me, and here, they are just hours. Here, they are a ride bike across Long Island in June. Here, they are a novel read in one sitting. Here, they are arguments about god or a full night’s sleep. Here, I hand a hour to the woman crying outside the bar. I leave one on my best friend’s front porch, send my mother two in the mail. I do not slice his tires. I do not burn the photos. I do not write the letter. I do not beg. I do not ask for forgiveness. I do not hold my breath while he finishes. The man tells me he does not love me and he does not love me. The man tells me who he is, and I listen. I have so much beautiful time.”
— Alternate Universe in which I am unfazed by the men who do not love me, Olivia Gatwood, New American Best Friend
“You’ll always be sad about this,” Mia said softly. “But it doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice. It’s just something that you have to carry."
Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere
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