Kisha.
Bookworm.
April 18th, Aries.
socially awkward.
And this is NOT a happy blog.
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Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.
— Sonya Karp, The Golden Lily
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No, fuck you. I was worth it.
and I’m still worth it // R.R. 
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We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
— Ernest Hemingway
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you belong here. your heartbeat makes the universe more beautiful.
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I didn’t forgive you because you deserved it; I did it because I deserved to be free. I forgave you, not for you but for me.

Excerpt from “Liberation” by M.D.L

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Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.
— Anita Krizzan
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It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
— Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)
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…I may wither into the truth.
— W.B. Yeats, from The Coming Of Wisdom With Time
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Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.
— Vita Sackville-West, “Days I enjoy” 
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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
— Agatha Christie 
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Your soul knew my soul
long before we needed skin
to spend a life in.
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The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone.
— Nada Surf, “80 Windows”
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