you are in these bones, but they are not you.
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One day he’s going to see it. One day she won’t be paying enough attention, and the collar of her shirt will gape a little too wide, allow just enough light in just deep enough to see something flash like living opal in the pitch black, earthen tangle of roots in the depths of her. Read more
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“Normal day…”
What is stopping me from living fully in the life in front of me? What’s stopping me from diving into it, the way only I can, and maxing it all out? How beautiful and simple and honest. How fucking cool and good it could be. And awful. Fuuuuucking awful but I mean. That too. I Read more
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ha, ouch.
I guess I didn’t realize this part, either. This hungry tenderness, how close to the surface it’s risen. I’ve spent a long time without it, or maybe unaware of it. Only brief moments of need in love, brief flashes of a ferocious desire to cradle your face and pour this into my person. But it Read more
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tracers
my drifting fingers are dragging tracers through the air where nothing can touch me now— it’s peaceful, this brilliant dark. an endless cocoon. safe, warm, limitless. “have you ever felt so held?” i want to tell you you’re beautiful, the part of me that feels sweet things. her soft eyes. i can’t hear the others, Read more
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Tiny submarines. (Not literal ones.)
I mention, and thank, Dessa twice. In exactly the same words. Several minutes apart. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯**It occurred to me nearly two hours after posting this, while I was talking to one of the best people I know, that I mentioned Dessa like that because that song helped me fully realize what was happening— that little moment, Read more
let me sow that i may reap 