#h.f.j.

(pts. 1, 2, 3 & 4)

·”Honey, you’re a goddamn wildfire / You choose who you burn.” from “Mama”, Fortesa Latifi.

·”There are moments from then, from being younger and in such a state of depression, that I blamed it all on the seasons — on the changing of the leaves [...] This was a year where I found myself in so many ways that I can no longer count on both hands the ways I’m no longer who I used to be.” from Shinji Moon’s writing.

·”1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling [...]” from “Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming”, r.i.d.

·”This is for the first time I heard the word, ‘heteronormative’ and felt like I was handed a corkscrew after years of opening the bottle with my teeth.” from “Confessions of an Uneducated Queer”, Lauren Zuniga.

·”1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.” from “For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun”, h.f.j.

·”today my professor told me / every cell in our entire body / is destroyed and replaced / every seven years. // how comforting it is to know / one day i will have a body / you will have never touched.” from Brett Elizabeth Jenkens’ writing.

·”1. Because I wasn’t trained as a lifeguard and what good will come of us both drowning? I keep pointing you to the shore, but you never make your way towards it.” from “none of the reasons I left are because I stopped loving you”, anne.

·”You’re not my first love but you’re / the first I’ve loved like this. I / wonder if everything before you / was just practice, like stretching / my arms out so I could hold you / better.” from “it was all building up to this”,  anne.

·”This is what I do with the mouth of loneliness when it wants more and more / but I run out of things to feed it: / Suck the juice from lemons until I can no longer tell the difference [...]” from “The Ghost of Loneliness”, Meggie Royer.

·”Honey, show me some more skin. / Honey, let me in. / I am the wound and you are the salt, but you hurt so good.” from “Honey (Or Things Men Told Us When They Were Too Afraid of Saying I Love You)”, Meggie Royer.

·”In the kitchen, my hands speak before the rest of my body does. / This is what I do- feed the mouth of loneliness / until it combusts into flames.” from “You Always Get Drunk Before Saying You Love Me”, Meggie Royer.