In an alternative universe, you teach me love isn’t supposed to hurt (“it should feel like drifting downstream with the angels singing something holy and divine.”) I learn the meaning of the word crave. For the first time, someone’s fingerprints don’t cause any damage.
Jessica Therese, I do not need another metaphor for burning
But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive. No longer young, no longer pretty, no longer loved, or sweet, or loveable, unmasked, writhing on the ground for all to see in my utter ingloriousness… there’s no telling what I might do.
It does me no good; violence has changed me. My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.
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Leliana/Morrigan;
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me love isn’t supposed to hurt (“it should feel like
drifting downstream with the angels singing
something holy and divine.”)
I learn the meaning of the word crave.
For the first time, someone’s fingerprints
don’t cause any damage.
Jessica Therese, I do not need another metaphor for burning
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Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs
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so long, but it is my knife, and my heart, too
Richard Jackson, Basic Algebra
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My body has grown cold like the stripped fields;
now there is only my mind, cautious and wary,
with the sense it is being tested.
Louise Glück, October
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Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head
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Katie Alender, As Dead as It Gets