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backbone like steel. backbone like barbed wire. backbone like “touch me. touch me and see what happens to your hands.” smile like an oil spill. smile like a molotov cocktail. smile like “kiss me. kiss me and see what happens to your tongue.” when you get knocked around enough early on you learn to build your body up like a prison. the clenched white teeth, bloody knuckle electric fence. you forget, while playing judge and jury, that you are your own convict, and you have been wrongfully accused. heart like a clenched fist. heart like a birdcage. heart like “love me. oh god, what weak creature am i, that i need you to love me?” heart like a bomb - and the bomb shelter. sentenced to life without parole, thrown into solitary, if you ever want to see the sun again, you’ll have to find a way to escape. past like “fuck you.” present like “fuck you.” future like it will not always be like this. future like it will not always be like this. future like “i am trying to be soft. i am trying to accept love without wanting to tear us both apart.”
body like lockdown, elliot (via theywereallinlove)
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<i>go fuck yourself // two feet</i>
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i wonder if my mother is ashamed of who ive become
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once, my heart was PURE. once, my touch was TENDER. once, my words were KIND. once, i was GOOD.
once…
—— NOT ANYMORE.
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Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
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humans are so Loud and for What
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characters that go through hell yet still believe in the goodness of humanity, still hope for the best despite everything, refuse to let darkness consume them because someone somewhere is always going to be good are literally my favourite, because they give me that little hope too
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reminder that i’m very sweet and endearing so be nice to me
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dog: BARK
me (with the same tone and volume): WHAT
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I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer. Until one day it was─ and the guilt I expected never came.
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is there a joy more pure than climbing up a big rock
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“Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.”
— Peter S. Beagle
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i’m a chill ass person until you piss me the fuck off
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everyones appropriating feral culture these days. where were you when i was a kid eating various mosses, lichens, and flowers in the woods? where were you when i was practicing my realistic wolf howl under the moon? real ferals smash that mf reblog if you spent your entire childhood in the forest barefoot scouring the land for nutrients and growling at people!
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lone wolf // halflives
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