we used to be giants

Every hobby I have I picked up from a man who I wanted to love me. I don’t know how to not become the people I bring home.

so here I am, naming the lover as the sweetest thing the mouth will ever know.

There comes a time when you must explain to your friends why you stayed.

i will do the burying.

i can’t ask him to do it nicely, i can’t beg for no blood.

We are sitting on the cusp of spring. We are always sitting on the cusp of spring.

I want everything to be big and loud and forever and certain and true.

I didn’t want to become the kind of woman who is always nervous but I didn’t want to become my mother either.

If it was socially acceptable to bite people, every person in this city would have a chunk ripped out of their thigh in the shape of my mouth.

She deserves to be somewhere where no one is afraid of her and maybe that place is death.

What is justice when every girl in the story is either dead or wanted dead?

Hi, I’m hoping you can help me with this. Would you happen to know a quote about creating a garden being the same as preparing a graveyard? I think it’s from a poem but I’m not sure. 🐣💛

My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth— What will you do, when it is your turn in the field with the god?

Can’t play it safe, can’t play at all any more let’s go back please to the games, they were more fun and less painful

She had him. All those times, she had him near as reaching. Right in front of her, in all his terrifying brilliance. And she wasted it. She should have kissed him when she had the chance. Framed his face firm between her hands before he could protest, or sneer, and drunk him in for herself. Found out exactly what genius tasted like, glimmering on her lips. Now all that's gone. He's gone. And he will not be returning.

and you must learn to see in darkness. Here you can praise the light, having so little of it:

The friend breathes into one who has no breath.