Aug 20, 2020
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she can have them back when she promises not to write another book in resume’s pov
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Chords are like girls
I don't really know them but u like then a lot
I am like a pool
at the end of the season
drained...(yes, I know, bad)
((Eugghh. My stomach feels awkward. It feels like it's a pot of soup being stirred. It doesn't feel good. And I would have said tummy instead of stomach butttttt I didn't.))
What did we say to each other that now we are as the deer who walk in single file with heads high with ears forward with eyes watchful with hooves always placed on firm ground in whose limbs there is latent flight
Navarre Scott Momaday, A Simile
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you're like the sun and i am a damp sidewalk, that always gets soaked by the sprinklers. sometimes you are able to get me dry, between the rain and the automatic setting, but because of those opposing forces you can never keep me dry for long.
What did we say to each other that now we are as the deer who walk in single file with heads high with ears forward with eyes watchful with hooves always placed on firm ground in whose limbs there is latent flight
Navarre Scott Momaday A SimileÂ
A Simile
Words like nigger, spic, and chink are like when your parent beats you with a closed fist, drags you around by your hair, burns you with cigarettes, screams that you're a worthless piece of shit, stupid, useless, nothing, beating you more viciously with every attempt you make to fight back. Then you drag yourself back to your room with bruised flesh, with broken ribs, perhaps, and with a spirit so dragged through the dirt that the concept of deliverance is entirely foreign to you.
Words like honky and cracker are like when you, fighting back tears, call your abuser and asshole, a bitch, as you nurse your familiar wounds without the means or the knowledge required to leave. Nasty words. Rude surely, but entirely ineffectual and, in the instance here used, quite true.