âPart of me still loves. More of me doesnât.â
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âPart of me still loves. More of me doesnât.â
â James Frey
rp sentence starters taken from rupi kaurâs work , the sun and her flowers.
â my heart cracked inside my body. â â no one is coming in and no one is getting out. â â i deserved someone who was willing to stay.â â a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. â â i envy the winds who still witness you. â â i could be anything in the world. â â but i wanted to be his. â â what does love look like? â â i realized how naive i have been. â â iâm about to get up and walk right out the door. â â you cannot walk in and out of me like a revolving door. â â you took the sun with you when you left. â â when you plunged the knife into me you also began bleeding. â â you will suffer the way you make me suffer. â â i think my body knew you would not stay. â â your absence is a missing limb. â â it must be hard to live with what ifs. â â how did we live through it and how are we still living? â â i can tell when youâre lying. â â the person i fell in love with was a mirage. â â i notice everything i do not have. â â i hardened under the last loss. â â all i dream is to soften. â â i barely feel like living. â â why are you so unkind to me? â â you are waiting for someone who is not coming back. â â i was the warmest place you knew. â â you turned me cold. â â the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time. â â you must see no worth in yourself. â â worth is not something we transfer. â â growth is a process. â â your actions are not my responsibility. â â itâs okay to let others help pick up the pieces. â â i do not weep because iâm unhappy. â â i have everything and yet i am unhappy. â â nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you. â â all you own is yourself. â â you have already rotted. â â there is nothing left for me to do. â â what if nothing wants me because i do not want me? â â i am both the poison and the antidote. â â i have survived far too much to go quietly. â â my death will be grand. â â all iâve ever known is pain. â â never feel guilty for starting again. â â i am the ghost of ghosts. â â there is god in you. â Â
rp sentence starters taken from keaton st jamesâ work , growing.
â love looks like dandelions in bloom. â â say this pain will pass. â â your soul , so soft and full of shuddering. â â they found your bones piled in the dark fern bushes. â â youâve never been the same since. â â you were brought home but a part of you is still there. â â anything besides this great, terrible silence born of feeling unalive. â â you have returned. â â i have come for you. â â you are too blinding , i donât want to look. â â this is a dream from which i know i will wake. â â i will lend you my shoulders and my hands. â â i donât have strength in me to touch anyone yet. â â iâve kept you waiting for too long. â â letâs embrace as equals. â â we dream of moments like this. â â can you feel how your withered heart opens up? â â itâs ready to heal. â â you feel not like a human but like a piece of the wild , burning sky. â â close your eyes and catch snowflakes on your tongue. â â have you let go of the ails that anchor you yet? â â in a forest clearing we stand around the bonfire we built ourselves. â â your sorrows and my sorrows are ashes. â â my spine is softer now , but still strong. â â in the right kind of light , we look like sparrows. â â in the right kind of dark , our hipbones become hollows where angels rest. â â we must always risk crashing into the rough land so that we may kiss the clouds. â â youâre wild like a dream is wild and bright like a dream is bright. â â when we think awestruck , we mean you. â â when we think you , we mean liberated. â â you become the rush of air under a blue jayâs wing. â â people who donât know will try to tell you that it feels like a fist to the jaw. â â they donât know the truth of it. â â oh , how beautiful you are. â â promise me you will always be shining like this. â â fleeing like a ghost afraid of the light any time someone speaks your name. â â you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want. â â never let them drain the river of your soul. âÂ
rp sentence starters taken from keaton st jamesâ work , light.
â i promise that thereâs beauty and hope inside you. â â in the beginning , there was only sunflowers and unmined salt. â â then the good lord said , let there be blood. â â this is why we have teeth. â â we will grow into our skin like kings grow into their kingdoms. â â a lionâs hunger for flesh is the same as your hunger for love. â â we are all born wild , beautiful , and starving. â â we are always waiting for that moment. â â everyone you touch burns like a blue star. â â reeds would become swords if you asked. â â hope is synonymous with armor on your tongue. â â all the hymns are truly warsongs. â â what does forgiveness mean? â â it means kiss me. â â we are all holy. â â there is no reason to be afraid of what comes next. â â you always loved brambles, even when they tore the skin of your hands to pieces. â â the room smells a little like smoke. â â your body becomes something beyond itself. â â your heart is a memory of what is yet to come. â â you grow from a mustard seed into a bright gold bloom. â â we can leave the battles unspoken. â â youâve worried over them enough. â â itâs beautiful , the way you reclaim your heart from its ashes. â â the sunrise reclaims you too. â â the sparrows sing dark blue lullabies. â â both of you feel a little freer. â â i hope you arenât ashamed to love me. â â i have loved you shamelessly since before you were stardust. â â the holiest truth of them all is hunger. â â our bellies ache for the sharp , sun-shaped taste of the divine. â â our souls ache to get drunk on chilled , blessed blood. â â no one is watching us but god. â â they feel we are too much. â â what does it mean to love something you canât touch? â â every atom in you is a small note of music. â â you are a song , a symphony in progress. â â is it not beautiful? â â you have a lovely smile. âÂ
 â WE  ARE  DESTROYERS ,  not  saviours .
                             priv.  &  sel .  as written by  tibbles .
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.
Catherynne M. Valente
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We all walk among people in crisis and are unaware of their suffering.
Mary Pipher
There is blood in all the things you say.
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And for a moment, you took away the pain and gave me a reason to breathe again.
Philippa A. Madsen
So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.
Colum McCann
As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.
Franz Kafka
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   âyou look like my next mistake.â
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   Eyes shine curiously , brow knitting upwards as she lacks comprehending of the sentence. An unsure smile flits across lips , and she regains her normal mannerisms despite the confusion.
        â Um . . . Iâm not quite sure what you mean by that , but I do hope it doesnât come down to me being a mistake. I would certainly be saddened by such development. Iâm Alma , who might you be ? â And she lets out a soft laugh , eyes mirthful.  â Certainly you did not come just to find mistakes to make ? It would be terrible should something bad happen to you , darling. â
In another world, we could have been so much more.
the-young-and-bold, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via thequotejournals)
This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all Iâm sure about⊠is that itâs December again.
rhymingtherapy, writing prompt #72, write about December (via thequotejournals)