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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Kaledo Art
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@her--words
"She doesn't feel anything, but perhaps that's the strongest feeling of all. She's an empty bottle in a cold warehouse, waiting to be filled. Everything has become a blur —a puzzle with the final piece missing, lodged in a crack on the wooden floor, accessible only by taking it apart and exposing the bodies of her past, lined up row by row."
-CH
"And despite everything falling apart, your life still lingers perfectly.”
“Nostalgic for the world that burned me. Is that the definition of insanity?”
-CH
“The city lights are bright, but not from his perspective. The fog climbs up the building and into his head, and he thinks what a shame it is that none of the windows open.
He remembers the girl with beautiful bones. What would she say if she could see him now?”
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“And there are things I’ll never say to you, but I have this dream where the words foam around my mouth and you dial 911 but you don’t hit call. You tell me I’m burning bridges, but you handed me the match.”
- ch Â
“I walk out the door on Christmas into the crisp night air, and no one comes after me. Maybe they think I’m okay, and I am, but I don’t think, one of these days, I will be.”
- chÂ
“The year has been slow and still, revealing and revolting, fuelled by revolution and evolution, backed by greed and commercialism. Many bridges have burned, and so have our forests. Millions have died, while millions of others designed their tombstones. In many ways, I am different. In other ways, I am not. My blue eyes are still clouded; I’m still fighting fires that should long be out.”
CH | 2020
“I remember sitting in the back of your car and thinking, 'If I move, will it all go away?' The thought was so protruding, I almost didn't see your eyes—empty and Arctic—looking back at me in the rear-view mirror. That was, in twenty-four years, the most memorable day. But it was also the worst. For everything I did from that moment forward was about you.”
CH | two years.
Met him in the dark in mid-September,
Saw him for his light, a thousand burning embers.
The bells are ringing,
But not from the church.
It's a funeral procession,Â
And I’ve got a front row seat.Â
“A familiar wave washed over me this morning and I welcomed it dragging me under.”
- ch.
“He shot me straight into his darkness and still looks at me like I’m an answer.”
- ch.
“....But beauty isn't an excuse for stagnancy.”
“The triumph of my ability to do anything or wear anything that could result in someone looking at me in a burning way was beyond the prayers of even the holiest monks.”
“Sampson was as tall as he was wide. Blue was his eye and his world. Knock him down and he’ll get back up.”
“I would rather be heartbroken over a boy than know what it’s like to break my own heart.”
And she said:
“I’m waiting for a boy with dark curly hair to return to the city. He said we will see each other again soon but I’m not sure when soon is. I think he’s trouble, but so am I.”
“I never knew I would fall in love,
in the sunlight,
on the Thames.
Can I do it again tomorrow?”