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wordrain · 21 hours ago
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ㅤyou should've been there, ㅤshould've burst through the door, ㅤwith that 'baby I'm right here' smile, ㅤand it would've felt like, ㅤa million little shining stars had just aligned, ㅤand I would've been so happy.
— anonymous.
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wordrain · 21 hours ago
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I was dreaming. I am dreaming. My hands are smeared with my poisonous dreams. I dreamed I was me. I dreamed I was another. Between the two dreams there's no connection. Dreams give me strength. Dreams take away my strength. Women of my dreams, don't betray me, help me ! Can a dead woman dream she's living again while dreaming her most mutilated dreams? Maybe now the hour of death has come, as my daughter Electra wanted, in the name of truth and family order. If i die dreaming possibly I'll die happy. And yet is that a dream of life or a life of dreaming? Somewhere, among dead dreams, I will keep on living, to keep on dreaming.
— Clytemnestra.
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wordrain · a day ago
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ㅤsometimes the hero stumbles ㅤand falls right off of the page, ㅤsometimes the princess rolls her eyes ㅤand says "i don't want to be saved." ㅤsometimes the dragon needs rescuing ㅤand the villain aches to be helped, ㅤsometimes, in the darkness, ㅤthe lost boy finds himself. ㅤsometimes the prince is cunning, ㅤand not at all what he seemed. ㅤsometimes the witch's kindness ㅤshows it's she who deserves to be queen. ㅤsometimes we shouldn't define people ㅤby someone else's point of view- ㅤjust because it's what we've been told, ㅤdoesn't make it true.
— Sometimes The Wolf Cries Girl ( by srwpoetry )
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wordrain · 2 days ago
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"I've been trying to go home my whole life—"
— Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography," published in The Los Angeles Review (via lifeinpoetry)
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wordrain · 5 days ago
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Don't trust the beginnings, truth is told in the last moments.
— Ahlam Mosteghanemi (via nizariat)
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wordrain · 5 days ago
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I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.
— If There's A Way Out I'll Take It, Lora Mathis.
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wordrain · 7 days ago
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— Book: Turtles all the way down // john green
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wordrain · 7 days ago
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"I am out with lanterns looking for myself."
— Emily Dickinson.
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