“[Perhaps she will find the Beast. Or become the Beast. Or become the Bog. Or become a Poem. Or become the world.] They are all the same thing, you know.”
— Kelly Barnhill, from The Girl Who Drank the Moon
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I wanted to be something
else. Myself, but better. Wild,
and not-yet, A burn, maybe
as it is occurring.
Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment (Friday, July 8),” published in Bomb Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)
Date a girl who freaks strangers out by asking if they can see her- just because she sometimes doesn’t know if she’s your imaginary friend or a real person
You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
Warsan Shire (via faerism)
But what if my body is the disguise? What if skin, bone, liver, veins, are the things I use to hide myself? I have put them on and I can’t take them off. Does that trap me or free me?
Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook
You used to be alive, now you’re almost mythic.
Alice Notley, from “The Book of the Dead,” Songs and Stories of the Ghouls
(via lifeinpoetry)
fuck ur dream girl lemme be ur nightmare girl
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