Sep 7, 2017
Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.
Sade Andria Zabala, WAR SONGS
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Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.
Sade Andria Zabala, WAR SONGS
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Here is the rest of my life stretched six-feet over my bedsheets, and his laugh sounds like angels fucking on a cloud, and he smells like sunlight after a long, night’s sleep, and when we kiss IT IS THE SKY ON FIRE.
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I left church because God couldn’t save me. I left church because I want to believe in myself.
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Do not let his absence take away your magic.
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Read you quoting my haiku. I'm very sorry you had to go through what you went through. No one should be emotionally manipulated like that and you were so brave for being able to walk away and yet kind enough to make sure the other person had help when you left. Take care always x
That haiku has really driven me to always stay true to myself even when I’m pressured to go against my well being under the pressure of my peers. I used to bend to help everyone until I couldn’t find who I was in the first place. I cant count the amount of times I’ve written it on my hand just to remind myself that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t perfectly describe the ways your work has helped me, but I am truly grateful for it. Thank you so much, honestly.
On 23 November, 2009, the most heinous mass-murder in journalistic history took place in Maguindanao, the Philippines. 34 journalists were murdered due to political terrorism when an election was underway. Vice Mayor Esmael Mangudadatu had received threats from supporters of his rival, Andal Amputuan Sr, and as a result, he invited 37 journalists to accompany him, believing that this would deter the threats he was receiving. As the journalists were arriving, they were stopped by armed men who were there to slaughter them all. The women were raped and then shot in the genitals and beheaded; the men were also shot and beheaded. They had intended to bury the victims in a pre dug grave but were caught during the massacre by a military helicopter. A total of 58 people were killed in the massacre which became known as the “Ampatuan Massacre.”
I have the skin of two different boys under my fingernails. My mother tells me to clean them out when I realize my thighs still ache from all the ways he made me fold underneath him and maybe I like myself being just a little bit dirty. Is it wrong of me to want, darling? Is it wrong of me to leave? To live? Today in the shower I washed you out of my hair, but I leave my nails undone. I sharpen my tongue. I file my teeth.
Sade Andria Zabala