we used to be giants

boops from my main @thegrievingyoung

[weusedtobegiants]

Every hobby I have I picked up from a man who I wanted to love me. I don’t know how to not become the people I bring home.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

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so here I am, naming the lover as the sweetest thing the mouth will ever know.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

There comes a time when you must explain to your friends why you stayed.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

i will do the burying.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

i can’t ask him to do it nicely, i can’t beg for no blood.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

We are sitting on the cusp of spring. We are always sitting on the cusp of spring.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

I want everything to be big and loud and forever and certain and true.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

I didn’t want to become the kind of woman who is always nervous but I didn’t want to become my mother either.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

If it was socially acceptable to bite people, every person in this city would have a chunk ripped out of their thigh in the shape of my mouth.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

She deserves to be somewhere where no one is afraid of her and maybe that place is death.

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

[weusedtobegiants]

What is justice when every girl in the story is either dead or wanted dead?

Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party

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Hi, I’m hoping you can help me with this. Would you happen to know a quote about creating a garden being the same as preparing a graveyard? I think it’s from a poem but I’m not sure. 🐣💛

hi anon! i swear i know the poem you’re talking about, i had seen it floating around from one of the blogs I follow and i thought i had it saved somewhere in my likes, but i couldn’t find it. if anyone else knows the poem or has an idea what it may be if you could leave a reply, it would be greatly appreciated!!! 💕

[weusedtobegiants]

My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth— What will you do, when it is your turn in the field with the god?

Louise Glück, from Averno

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Can’t play it safe, can’t play at all any more let’s go back please to the games, they were more fun and less painful

Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics

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She had him. All those times, she had him near as reaching. Right in front of her, in all his terrifying brilliance. And she wasted it. She should have kissed him when she had the chance. Framed his face firm between her hands before he could protest, or sneer, and drunk him in for herself. Found out exactly what genius tasted like, glimmering on her lips. Now all that's gone. He's gone. And he will not be returning.

Morgan Nikola-Wren, from Magic With Skin On

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and you must learn to see in darkness. Here you can praise the light, having so little of it:

Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986

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The friend breathes into one who has no breath.

Rumi, from The Essential Rumi tr. Coleman Barks