girls who can’t let go of anything still check the weather in places they no longer belong to (it’s me)
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girls who can’t let go of anything still check the weather in places they no longer belong to (it’s me)
“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”
— Trista Mateer, from “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else,” The Dogs I Have Kissed
sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth
goddamnb!!
chill out man!!!
I'm used to it.
— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken
late late summer in london, 2020
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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Mary Oliver, from “Of Love”, Red Bird
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Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder
- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
writing a letter like writing a kindergarten paper. today i went on a walk. i love flowers. i’ve been feeling bad sometimes. okay i love you forever bye <3
i literally have to lay down after every minor task. going to the supermarket is a herculean effort. how am i supposed to live a life like this
this is reposted & uncredited. this belongs to @/sleepycorvid on instagram