c'est la vie*

Status: I miss you every day.
Joined: July 9, 2012
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Birthday: December 31
user id: 316083
Location: Louisiana
Gender: F
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

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the past is a graveyard
you rob when you get lonely.
every plot is empty tonight.

Trista Mateer


Let us pray for the foxes
sleeping in your knees.
May you always know when to run.

Let us pray for your head hitting the pillow,
for your mouth when it whispers

“Enough. Enough of that now.”

O, pain.
O, it is no small thing,
with its chariots and its kingdoms
built on the backs of the suffering.
May you walk straight again in the free land.

When the light comes,
may you wear the morning well.
May you always keep part of it in your hands.

Let us pray for the courage roaring
in your colosseum chest,
that it stays hungry and that it wins.

Let us pray.
For your blessed bones.
For your sacred hands.
May you learn to love what is holy in you.
May you learn to love what is not.

To the ones that have not
loved you like you deserve,
may you forget their names.
May you remember your own, always.
Amen. Amen.
— A PRAYER

You like it when the mirror
cuts you in half,
thighs pulled apart and then
sewed back together again

a smaller mosaic.

Something about the lie of a
reflection,
how the line in the middle always
takes a thing and makes two of it.
How you pull the string and
the body bleeds into the floorboards.

Nothing heals like the wall that
can shrink you down to the size of
a dream,
the size of a vision.
No one wants a room that can’t
see them.

CAITLYN SIEHL, ROOM.

 

There are only three things to be done with a woman.
You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.

“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that I’m always missing someone or some place or something, I’m always trying to get back some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.”

         How lucky I am to have something that makes saying good- 
BYe so HarD

 
I would give anything I own: give up my life, my heart, my home; I would give everything I own, just to have you back again... just to touch you once again.
 
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YOU WILL BURN AND
you will burn out;
you will be healed
& come BacK aGaIn.
 
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I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.



























It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone.
Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.