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Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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“Believe it or not—it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.”
(via jaimelannister)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
The God’s honest truth is this:
I wanted to ruin you. It was selfish and it was delicious.
I wanted you to pick out the bones of me from between your teeth for years after I happened to you.
And I did happen to you. We made sure of that, didn’t we?
Happened like the aftermath of some gruesome accident, it was so bloody and raw that you had to stop to look, didn’t you? And then you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
It was inside of you for as long as you could remember.
Then you had nightmares about all of that ugliness for days.
That was how I wanted you, half thrilled and half terrified that you were never going to forget what it looked like.
That it would be a splinter that never worked itself out of your skin and you’d feel it whenever you brushed against somebody else.
And why should you? When I loved you like that.
How could you forget?
My body so full that if the ocean tried to take me, the only thing that would come back up to shore was you. Or a bag full of bones curled around the shape of your name.
I loved you like how an abscessed tooth beats at the root, incessant and painful and raw.
I would have swallowed the entire Earth whole if you’d asked me to.
I would have taken the sky by the corners and ripped it away from the horizon.
So yes, it was the hungriest I’d ever been.
It was the most glorious I’d ever been, with you like that
stomach like a furnace, stomach like a hungry pride of lions.
Point me in the direction of any God you know and I’ll tell him,
I’ll get on my knees and beg him to never let you go,
‘I want to ruin that man. I don’t want him to ever forget me.’
”Prideful of Lions” (via
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We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.
Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed at Love” (via mashamorevna)
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Brodi Ashton, Everneath
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"And you were so hopeless. We should have realised then that when we touched, there was ruin. "
Azra Tabassum from Shaking The Trees (via 5000letters)
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you scare me like a church into which i have not been invited, all stained glass and echo vaults and rows of candles and the unshakeable feeling that there are rules that i do not know and which i will break. — “accidental blasphemist”, é.
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you leave burns on my skin
with your holy fire.
you ask if i’m okay,
ask if i need to stop,
but you should know the only words
from my mouth will bethank you, god, thank you,
because you’re so close
to making me pure that
i can taste it, honey.
burn me up.
i want the only thing left of me
to be my soul.
reduce my body to ashes,
hold my soul in your hands,
can you see it? can you see that
darkness?
you’re not here
to save me, honey, i know
but you’re the holiest thing
i’ve ever known,
and getting taken
apart by you is the sweetest
penance i could have hoped for
after signing myself up
as a sinner
ABSOLVE ME // s.t (via breadorflesh)
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let the angels out
of their cages
their monstrous
wings have atrophied
curling inward, turning
a darker shade than
ichor
i am growing mad
from calculating
their glorious angles
trying desperately
with archaic mathematic
principles to understand
what it is that makes
them holy
they grow concave,
withering as terrible
flowers, their venus
fly trap mouths shuddering
open
i have become cruel
in their captivity, taunting
them with questions
they have yet to answer,
their silence a pervasive
poison, turning on me
like long thin knives
i find myself
praying, hands clasped
together, whispering
fevered nonsensical things;
mostly, for hope
an end to the fear
they do not listen,
and when i look at them
they turn their giant heads,
creaking like the end of
a millennium
- PRINCIPIA MATHEMATICA | agooduniverse
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your body is a church
whose doors closed to me
I’m waiting
on your steps
trying not to tremble
I don’t know any other place
to go and pray inside of
it’s why
still
when I’m close to you
sometimes
my skeleton shivers electric
and sometimes
I shudder heavy in this heavy coat called mine
Anis Mojgani (via rarararambles)
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Take her. She’s yours.
And trust her if you dare,
but be alert.
Do not turn your back on her.
Gregory Orr, excerpt of Betrayals/Hades, Eurydice, Orpheus (via klytemnestre)
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
Source: wordsnquotes
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once, i met a girl in a dream
and i loved her like a nightmare
twice, i fell in love with darkness
and thrice, she loved me back
count to four, then count again
her kisses taste of nighttime
no sunlight left between our lips
oh, it’s a fine line, indeed
hate, love, lust, apathy
sun, moon, stars, seas
one of these is not like
the others; one of these
is not like us at all
i love you, i hate you
i miss you, i need you
i want you, i don’t care
these days, our kisses
taste of death