Joined: July 9, 2012
Last Seen: 1 week
Birthday: December 31
user id: 316083
Location: Louisiana
Gender: F
I am a brutally soft woman.
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know;
But I'm moving till my legs give out,
and I see my tears melt in the snow.
(but I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna cry anymore)
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Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again,
Cause this problem's gonna last
more than the weekend.
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My late grandmother’s name is Sheilia, and I swear I’ve never heard the name so much as I have since she passed. It’s everywhere, more people have it than I used to think. Hearing it is like a small blow to the stomach each time, and I find myself wondering if these strangers sharing her name are as great a human being as she was while simultaneously deciding that they can’t possibly compare. My grief sets them up for failure simply for possessing something they didn’t choose, no more than my grandma did.

...I dug out a space for what you did and carried it there, beneath the stomach. I put my hand over the hollow and wondered why you needed to be remembered this badly.

It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better. It’s just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life, and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that it’s a delightful story.

                                                                                     —Henry James


My account is six years old today ♥

acknowledge that your presence is a blessing.
don’t be everywhere.
become a rare commodity.



the door
            may have closed,            


I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

It feels like the world only considers a woman to be a woman when she has turned herself inside out giving and giving and giving and giving. And even then, even at the end, it does not thank her. It simply chides her for not having more to give.