alanis

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Joined: December 11, 2016
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: August 16
user id: 398256
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not alanis morissette 

but i like to pretend to be.
 

alanis's Favorite Quotes

 
 









If he sets you on fire, master the flames. If he tries to drown you, channel the ocean inside you. And if he ever dares to storm through your self respect, you show him exactly what kind of damage a hurricane made of flames and oceans and you can do.

 
 









He is not a constellation. You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips. He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds. Only you can do that. So get out of bed and put on some lipstick. Stop falling at his feet. Save yourself.

 
 









carry yourself like a diamond, like a volcano on the verge of erupting. carry yourself like something precious and strong, beautiful and intimidating. you belong to yourself.



 
 
Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him out of another fire, and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.
 
Caitlyn Siehl //
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if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

Not all girls are made of
Sugar and spice and all things nice.
Some are made of witchcraft and wolf
And a little bit of vice.

I found a monster under my skin.

She’s all craving and wild,
Long howls and strong limbs.
She paces through my veins,
Feet hitting earth like drum beats,
I hear her coming when my blood
sings.
She’s got fire in her eyes,
And prey in her teeth,
Jaws like vows, unyielding,
Iron like her will.
I promised her the world,
And she ate it whole, hungry still.