“Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.”
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5:36 pm 3,565 notes
January 5 2019
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note to self
“You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange.”— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
7:59 pm 4,880 notes
December 31 2018
