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“My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.”
— (via firemxtt)

(via featherumbrellas)

this year taught me how to cry
without messing up my makeup

taught me that i don’t need makeup
to get boys to like me

taught me i don’t need boys
to like me in order to validate my worth

taught me the meaning of the word validation
(the things i say matter
even though they come out of my mouth)

taught me how to apply the word
to every part of myself
until i finally felt i was worth
the space i occupied for $375/mo

taught me i don’t need to supplement my rent
with guilt and aimless apologies
in order to feel like i have a right to belong

taught me that having a right to belong
doesn’t mean you actually do

taught me that not belonging with others
will only make me belong more strongly to myself

this year taught me how to cry
without feeling weak

— Marianna Paige, This Year Taught Me (II)

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Jean Thesman, Calling the Swan

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Fare Thee Well ~ Marcus Mumford and Oscar Isaac ~ Inside Llewyn Davis

If people were punctuation…
I’d be an ellipsis, an indication
of an omitted word, a hidden sentence,
an unimportant paragraph. I want to
make it easier for you to skim over me,
move on to more important things.

(If people were punctuation)
You’d be parentheses, containing
words like afterthoughts,
small bits of information cradled
between your curved hands,
a quiet place to rest.

If people were punctuation…
I’d be an ellipsis, an unfinished
thought condensed into three little dots,
trailing off into silence. I am
the unspoken, the implied,
floating off into nowhere.

(If people were punctuation)
You’d be parentheses, setting
these words apart from the rest,
wrapping yourself around them
and grounding them to the page
instead of letting them float away.

I keep trying to surrender
to the ease of fading away…
but the curve of your hands
hold me in place.

— Marianna Paige (…)

(via thewriternetwork)


I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me
to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,
she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,
under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the
universe has my best interest in mind like I have
my dogs. When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.

— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird  (via thewastedgeneration)

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