i can’t pinpoint the moment we decided to stay in the sun too long and made raisins of ourselves. we sucked the juice out of ourselves and withered on the vine called life.
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men who were old enough to be our fathers waited for our ripe bodies to fall from our mothers’ trees as if they were entitled to our fruit.
Saska Uzelacmembuat kutipan9 bulan yang lalu
i feel like something is broken inside of me like: shattered glass, cracked eggs on the kitchen floor, brittle twigs in the dead of winter, and shards of a mirror that said i would never be the fairest of them all.
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