"To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village."  - Andrea Gibson (via oofpoetry)



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maza-dohta:

I was born
outside of 
my mother’s
country,
and for that
I will always
remain
a foreigner.


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"Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you."  - Maya Angelou (via creatingaquietmind)


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"To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power."  - Maya Angelou (via commovente)


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"You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit."  - Anne Sexton, from “Buying The Whore” (via violentwavesofemotion)


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"

You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:

“You make me really happy.”

And you will agree he does, too.

"  - Carrie Laski, Things To Say Besides I Love You (via thoughtcatalog)


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"It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets."  - Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)


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     and even though
     the others
     say he smells
     only of tragedy,

     i swear
     there are
     glimpses
     of compassion
     nestled
     somewhere
     between
     his cologne
     and cigarette smoke


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"What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?"  - Virginia Woolf, from Night and Day (Duckworth, 1919)


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