I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
let go.

—  T.S Elliot, Slow Dance   (via grammatolatry)

(via galaxycat)

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I will tell my daughter
never to join the parade
of souls
who think picking themselves apart
will make them a bit more lovable.

I will tell my daughter
to leave
wherever she is tolerated.

—  Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)

(via galaxycat)

7 . 30