In the great heat of the old motel I could feel the part of me that had been resisting the final disconnect beginning to wither. The kind of shrinking we practice turns us into invisible towers of strength. I’m sorry I brought you into this mess but I’m sorrier still that I’m not dumb enough to sink my arms in past the elbows. I have this sick feeling there’s something really great past the point of no return. Stupid, huh? I let the mice chew through the bandages. I sat back and let them go about their joyful business. Ripping and tearing. They were setting me free.
john darnielle, from the liner notes of we shall all be healed (via alluptheseethingcoast)
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thinking about monstrosities and tenderness
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lovelettcrs:
new tag game: reblog this post and tag ur
favorite oc ( yes i’m exposing you )
newest oc
meanest oc
softest oc
oc you’d bang
oc you’d absolutely loathe if u met them irl
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Tag an OC that takes bugs outside and stops to save worms from dying on the sidewalk
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