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devin pearson twenty-seven | florist bleecker street studio apartments the naturalist.

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all alone on the edge of sleep my old familiar friend comes and lies down next to me

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Once I was twenty years old, my story got told Before the morning sun, when life was lonely Once I was twenty years old

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You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.

Sarah Kay, “The Type” (via wordsnquotes)

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these battle scars don’t look like they’re fading. don’t look like they’re EVER going away. they ain’t ever gonna  c h a n g e .