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We are afraid of being touched, because we are afraid of being finally killed. We are afraid they are going to take the last thing left. We are afraid. We are afraid of what happens when we stop owning our own tremors or when we ask for stop, there will not be a stop. Afraid. This is a symbol for the fear. Call it averted gaze -- it is written in ( Read more... )

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after Rachel McKibbens

My sister told me a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest but the one who
makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart

to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
It has always been you. You are the first

person I was afraid to sleep next to,
not because of ( Read more... )

Evan says the idea that you can be transformed by love
is melodramatic and childish, the kind of thing you leave
behind at the last slumber party or give up the day you stop
actually pondering the existence of unicorns. He says
love unveils you. That whoever you were you still are.

Only now maybe you’re more so. You can afford courage.
Evan says it makes ( Read more... )

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes ( Read more... )

Now there is a slit in the blue fabric of air ( Read more... )