Just like the threatening weather, losing a customer was nothing in comparison to all else the people of Derry had lost.
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The war will turn course and spring will persist
If through the cruel cold, we care for the trees.
She clutched the cross on her breast, praying to God that when she met her husband he would be kind and handsome.
I’m sorry for wanting,
that all I do is want
and want
and want.
I’ll listen and talk and learn between them, and maybe, just maybe, everything works out.
Indigo glossed streams cascade down a mountainside
oh how i used to sing my praises to those mornings. to lie and say i still do would be committing a sin.
My mouth is salivating, and my head is pounding. I should probably get a trash can. Fuck.
No matter where I am or who I’m surrounded by, I can always find solace in myself, as I embrace myself dearly.
And after everything, my past will never change. And I will continue to be the person I am.
And this string hugs me. And this eruv holds my hand.
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June drew by, warm days I ran through like the backfields. When the cicadas started to sing, school […]
I have a choice: I can let it rot, or I can face it.
This is me facing it.
Careful, don’t slip on it.
Don’t look too close.
Don’t fall in.
it always happens this way. i focus on the darkness behind my closed eyes and will them to […]
It will be four years later. You will be walking down a tree-lined street after a day of classes, dappled sunlight shining softly through a layer of swaying branches, all lilting and turning and twisting in the breeze. There’s a good chance you will be deeply content, breathing in a lungful of fall air that has just begun to turn. You may cross paths with a smiling stranger on the sidewalk, nod at her, and as she passes, catch the end trail of her perfume. The same warm perfume that the really cute girl in your sophomore-year science class always wore.
I’m a computer, comprised of a series of zeroes and ones that code for the woman I am. […]