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one cubic centimeter of brain tissue
is home to more neural connections
than there are stars in the milky way;
that war should sometimes erupt between them 
is not possible so much as it is inevitable
and it’s important to remember this
the next time your mind decides 
to bring the battle home. 

some days will be harder than others
and none made easier by the glass barriers
your mind has so meticulously constructed. 
still, despite the isolating nature of illness,
your fight is not one to be undertaken alone;
in case of emergency,
we’ll provide you with a hammer
but you need to be the one
to break the glass. 

“Everybody wants to be black Until they bring out the dogs, And hoses.”

Elizabeth Antoinette

“he calls you paperclip not because you hold everyone together when the wind tries so hard to scatter souls or because your eyes flash hints of silver when you talk about your favorite song or because your lip ring taints your kisses metallic. paperclip because he can downsize you in an instant replacing you with a version of yourself that doesn't weigh his pockets down your body now too small to hold your essence and a mouth that will only open wide enough to swallow. you are easily forgotten but somehow always end up attached to his keychain. paperclip because he can bend you to his will and you don't even notice until everything else begins falling out of your grasp. every time he snaps you back into place the world has only changed but a fraction of a centimeter and you're used to measuring your life in kilometers. paperclip because he is a staple leaving puncture wounds in everything he touches a few drops of blood in every corner of your mind and when you learn how to extract him from your heart no goodbye is successful enough to patch permanent holes you fold yourself in upon and pretend not to notice. to this day, that chapter of your life remains dog-eared and you wonder why you still have trouble picking locks.”

“paperclip” - tyler ford (tylerthelatteboy)

“There are three things I want you to learn how to say. One. "I love you" and don't just say it as an empty phrase, say it with feeling, say it to every person who comes to mind when you think of those three little words. I know it's scary, I know it's difficult, but open yourself up and shout it. Don't mumble, don't say it under your breath, when you love someone, whether platonically or romantically, it deserves to be shouted from every rooftop. Two. "Goodbye" There will be some people in your life that come in and just wreck everything, they mess up your plans, they hurt you, and make you feel less than what you are, so please learn how to say goodbye to them. But I also want you to learn how to say goodbye to even the people you want to stay. not everyone stays, and saying goodbye is like setting someone free, and it won't always come easy, and it won't always come without heartbreak, but not everyone stays, and it will do you a world of good to learn how to tell them goodbye. Three. "I am worth it." there will be waves of sorrow in your life, and you will feel as if you were the sand that the tide carries away, you will feel as if it carries away your worth it will feel like you are the left over rubble of a building that had been burned down, and you will feel less, but please learn to say these words. say them in the mirror when you have just woken up, say them when your lover turns their back on you, say them when you are opening up the refrigerator sing them, yell them, whisper them, and please, believe them. You are more than sand that can just be washed away, and you are more than just a few pieces of broken cement, please, you are worth it. ”

—These will be the three bravest things you will ever learn how to say

Reflection

She took pride in her hair,
so she cut it off.

She found relief through food,
so she ate only enough to survive.

She found anger in people,
so she went inside her mind.

She glorified her body,
so she covered it up.

They found her in a corner,
wrapped in blankets, bald, willowy —
when asked why would such a 
beautiful girl do this to herself,

she replied,
“I was ugly, but you were too blinded by my appearance

to see the ugliness rooted inside.

I stripped away these conveniences

to restart the way I think.

I am at peace now.”

If I could live inside any
Part of my body, I wouldn’t
Want to be in my eyes, I
Wouldn’t want to bathe in
Tears, wouldn’t want to be
Blinded by lights.

It never would be in my
Mood to live inside my heart
I wouldn’t love the smells
Of thick blood, flowing in
And out of swollen tubes.

I would take pleasure
Inside my mind,
In my brain. I would
Explore every piece of
My point of views, I
Would manually fix my
Thoughts and stop them
From killing my soul.

The curtain tears

We are told
the body
is a temple.

And then
we are taught
to be ashamed of it.

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