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*to the tune of “our house”* I’m DRUNK in the middle of the WEEK
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Even as a small child, she had lived her own small life all within herself.
Source: theliteraryjournals.com
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I joined the club and it’s all on There are fights for being my best friend And the girls get their claws out There’s something about hanging out with the wicked kids Take the pill make it too real. The other day I forgot my old address I’m sitting pretty on the throne, There’s nothing more I want Except to be alone.
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don’t tell anyone anything ever
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i owe my body so many apologies
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What’s my biggest fear? Easy. Ending up like my father.
Ten word story #39 (via hell—and-silence)
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I was wounded early
and early I learned
that wounds made me.
Adonis, from ‘Celebrating Childhood’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
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She was not soft. She smelled like cigarettes, leather, and ground black coffee. And when you inhaled, she burned your lungs the way that made you want to do it again. She was danger, and you wanted her.
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Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
Louise Glück, “First Memory,” Poems 1962-2012 (via prewars)