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There are no photos of you to look back at. Sometimes I wonder if you were real. Sometimes I wonder if I was real to you. The person I imagine was a sanctuary during a storm. The person I remember was always searching for something. Did you find it?

people who don’t say please and thank you are ugly

i was made to read books, live by the ocean, walk beneath the trees, and be madly in love.

me looking in the mirror, gripping the sink: you’ll be okay eventually you silly little bitch

a girl in an impossible situation can build herself a mask to get out of directly participating in it. the mask can consume the girl. this is the nature of a borrowed face. in certain situations, the minotaur at the heart of the labyrinth can be convinced the girl is not a girl but a part of the labyrinth itself. a girl can move further and further away from the heart of the labyrinth by waiting for the minotaur to sneeze before she takes another step and then returning to being a motionless and compliant flagstone. a girl can breathe silently for the rest of her life and never regain a startle response. a girl can walk around the perimeter of the labyrinth in circles after getting out of it because the face that survives the labyrinth cannot fathom that the wall it follows might come to an end. these things may occur in the context of situations and events unknown to bystanders outside the labyrinth. circumstances transpire. a girl may transpire against them.