My body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you
I catch midnight
as moon fires
in my throat.

Audre Lorde, from Recreation (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Alright, I’ll go make some muffins.

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a woman will tell you
every home she has ever inhabited
has been broken into
starting with her body.

Suheir Hammad, “Letter to Anthony/Critical Resistance” (via mangoestho)

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You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.

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I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.

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Everything you love is here


Everything you love is here

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