“it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.”
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“And if my child named someday ever forgets to take the garbage out, I’ll take her aside and say, ‘You are the best broken machine this universe has ever ridden on. I hope you carry your faults until you wear them into grace. It doesn’t matter how powerful your stance is, as long as you write music with the way life’s fists touch your skin.”
— Ryler Dustin (via alonesomes)

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“He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red.”
Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via fleurishes)

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