You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.
And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.
You ARE going to make it through this storm. You are going to pick yourself up and put the pieces you’ve lost back where they belong. You are going to find your way and learn how to breathe in this body you’ve been given. You will not crumble to the point that you cannot be saved.
You are the key. You are the way. You have always been the answer…
Don’t be ashamed, don’t cry in the bath For it’s the story of, story of, morning glory story It’s the gloriole that comes to your path There is a time when the lights will arise For the mother is, the mother is the glorious victorious The mother of the heart of the world Go on! Little sister! Go on! For your world is yours, world is yours All the wilderness of world is yours to enjoy
Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds Rejoice because you're trying your best
you spent half a year on the verge of tears just because nothing ever feels like it did before so now I understand if you’re bitter frankly sometimes I do feel the same it’s amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain well they just grow
“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. …Think about it. There’s escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.”
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
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francesca lia block | wasteland
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audre lorde
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You are the key. You are the way. You have always been the answer…
acoustic imagery (??)
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She of the marble-hearted innocence,
so eloquent in her mute despair-with two smooth bands of reddish hair.
sweet sister temperance | rasputina
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For it’s the story of, story of, morning glory story
It’s the gloriole that comes to your path
There is a time when the lights will arise
For the mother is, the mother is the glorious victorious
The mother of the heart of the world
Go on! Little sister! Go on!
For your world is yours, world is yours
All the wilderness of world is yours to enjoy
djohariah | sufjan stevens
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Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you're trying your best
rejoice | andrew jackson jihad
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Lying there, my darling shivers
In her sleep she dreams of winter
Whiter than her breast.
neutral ground | sea wolf
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just because nothing ever feels like it did before
so now I understand if you’re bitter
frankly sometimes I do feel the same
it’s amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain
well they just grow
black box | nana grizol
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frank warren
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margaret atwood | the blind assassin
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Guillermo Del Toro | Ofelia, Pan’s Labryrinth
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things are sent to try you
but your time's coming around
so don't you stop tryin'
don't stop, never give up
hold your head high and reach the top
let the world see what you have got
bring it all back to you
bring it all back | s club 7
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through blankets of melting snow,
there is hope for me.
Tyler Knott Gregson
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And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
Finn Butler
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Jamie Tworkowski
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happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
Clementine von Radics