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There are two girls inside me that have been killed. Nonviolently // snuffed out by persistent doubt and reckless influence.

Lauren Hunter, from “Human Achievements,” published in Sink

I think you’ll find a girl who exhales answers instead of a never-ending stream of questions, one whose hands aren’t always ink-stained, one whose heart doesn’t live in her throat, one whose demons are small enough to be tucked into the back of her closet, sealed in a box, only let out once or twice a year when she’s drunk off of cheap wine, a girl who doesn’t feel like her head is going to explode every day, who doesn’t dream about the kitchen knives. You’ll find a girl who doesn’t write poems for you, but that’s okay because she smiles all the time and there is always light in her eyes, never a thunderstorm.
I will try not to blame you when you find this girl because now that I know what a horrible place my own mind is, I could never ask someone else to want to stay there too.

Fortesa Latifi – You’ll Find a Girl (via madgirlf)

I’ve become passive. I don’t invent, I don’t yearn. I manage, I cope.

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via anditwasmonday)

But how do you find the right people-how do you love without smothering them? How do you not suffocate them with all the love you’ve built up in their absence?

Simon van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via sadgirlstudying)

The worst pain is being homesick for arms that don’t want to hold you.

(via permeate)

No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you.

Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

(via serana)

It’s like I’ve got too much inside me. It just pushes and pushes with nowhere to go.

Libba Bray, The Diviners

(via wordsnquotes)

I used to say I’d know you anywhere,
but it’s getting harder.

Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers in Winter

I am too full of life
to be half-loved.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada (via thelovejournals)

My daughter, she tells me when she grows up she wants to be a singer or a comic. I said ‘Well, baby, if you wanna be a comic, you gotta be a writer. But don’t worry, you’ve got tons of material: Your mother is a manic depressive, drug addict. Your father’s gay. Your grandmother tap dances and your grandfather eats hearing aids.’ And my daughter laughs and laughs and laughs and I said ‘Baby, the fact that you know that’s funny is gonna save your whole life.’

Carrie Fisher