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[coldafternoon-deactivated202102]

me, learning things about myself: oh this is bad

[inksomniac]

“We are writers, my love. We don’t right our wrongs, We write our wrongs.”

— a.y.

[inksomniac]

“You shouldn’t have written your name on my soul like that.”

— a.y.

[inksomniac]

“You suffer; You grow.”

— a.y.

[thepersonalquotes]

[chuckakot]

“Breathe to the scent of my hair, where the moon is hiding. Look for me gently, as you open your eyes slowly. You will become stronger and articulate inside me. Abide in me, like an incense, or the smoke from your soul.”

— Chuck Akot, from The Little River Inside Your Mouth, Cherche moi doucement

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“and so I killed the part of me that couldn’t stand to live without you.”

s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“Your face is the same, but I no longer recognize who you are.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)