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thinking about one eye pete. i love you
marlena by julie buntin
Jeanette Winterson, from The Stone Gods
from eileen by ottessa moshfegh
There isn't anything left of me but the useless blood my heart keeps circulating. You can have all of it, if you want. I have no use for it now.
Sunburn, Chloe Michelle Howarth
It is hard not to be demolished by the thought of her, because I live in a body that has loved her and I see with eyes that have witnessed her.
Sunburn, Chloe Michelle Howarth
If you want me, I'm yours, if not, let me know now, so I might learn to live without you.
Sunburn, Chloe Michelle Howarth
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks in it
The way Evelyn Hugo speaks of biphobia and how Bisexuals are often dismissed and not be taken seriously is one of the many things i like about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo.
She laughed for his sake, something she'd never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.
Delia Owens
“Some parts of us will always be what we were, what we had to be to survive—way back yonder.”
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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
“Before… loneliness had become a natural appendage to [her], like an arm. Now it grew roots inside her and pressed against her chest.”
— Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens
Let's face it, a lot of times love doesn't work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections.
Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens
“Why should the injured, the still bleeding, bear the onus of forgiveness?”
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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens