Quotes added on Tuesday, February 23 2016
You can shove a knife in your heart without
dying,
but you can never take it out.
but you can never take it out.
SHE IS
SOMETHING
TO BEHOLD, ELEGANT
AND BOLD.
TO BEHOLD, ELEGANT
AND BOLD.
SHE IS ELECTRICITY
RUNNING THROUGH MY
SOUL.
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I NEVER
UNDERSTOOD
WHAT WAS AT STAKE.
WHAT WAS AT STAKE.
I NEVER THOUGHT
YOUR LOVE WAS WORTH
ITS WEIGHT.
I KNOW THE ACTUAL LYRIC IS "WAIT" INSTEAD OF "WEIGHT" BUT I LIKE IT BETTER THIS WAY. OKAY BYE.
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I swear there is no feeling
quite
as comforting like the glow of the television from the window of the house down the street on a night when I cannot sleep. Sometimes I lay in bed trying to picture who is watching and why they also can’t get to sleep. I think of how they will never know how many nights they have been my only source of solace, how they’ve been the only means of consistency in my life when so many others have failed.
My mother always tells me I find comfort in the uncomfortable, that out of all of her children I am the only one that keeps her up at night worrying the most. Sometimes I think about who might be watching the television glowing from the window of my parent’s bedroom as my mother stays up thinking about all the other more suitable versions of myself she’d rather I grew up to become. I think about who they are or why they are awake staring at the flickering light of my parent’s television, and I can’t help but be comforted by the idea.
as comforting like the glow of the television from the window of the house down the street on a night when I cannot sleep. Sometimes I lay in bed trying to picture who is watching and why they also can’t get to sleep. I think of how they will never know how many nights they have been my only source of solace, how they’ve been the only means of consistency in my life when so many others have failed.
My mother always tells me I find comfort in the uncomfortable, that out of all of her children I am the only one that keeps her up at night worrying the most. Sometimes I think about who might be watching the television glowing from the window of my parent’s bedroom as my mother stays up thinking about all the other more suitable versions of myself she’d rather I grew up to become. I think about who they are or why they are awake staring at the flickering light of my parent’s television, and I can’t help but be comforted by the idea.
In the 2nd grade
my hair was so long
it would get caught
in the screws
on the back of
my chair.
Tiny pieces would be
ripped out and left behind,
I’d be sure to collect
them so no one would
walk off with parts of me.
And not much has changed,
except now I don’t get
to take my parts back,
people walk off with
bits of me before
I even realize they were
close enough to take
anything at all.
—Lucy Quin
