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Pretty Girl doesn’t talk about much. Pretty Girl doesn’t
think she’s ‘pretty’. Pretty Girl has scars on her body he
says he doesn’t understand why they’re there. Pretty Girl
hears from Pretty Boy, ‘you shouldn’t do this, you’re so
beautiful, you’re so full of light, you’re such an incredible
thing.’ Pretty Girl says to Pretty Boy, ‘sweetheart, I am the
embodiment of a shooting. You will be a victim, you will
break, and I will be the culprit every time.’ Pretty Boy tells
the Pretty Girl he doesn’t see why she’s so fearful of her
own body. Pretty Girl replies, ‘dear, you’ve no idea the
damage I’ve dealt to this vessel that has pulled me away
from everyone around me;
I am not safe.
I am not safe.
I am not safe.’
Pretty Boy sighs. Pretty Boy caresses his fingers over my
thigh. Pretty Boy sees my reaction and holds me tighter.
‘You’re okay.
You’re okay.
You’re okay.’
Honey, do you understand that this Pretty Girl doesn’t
know the meaning of feeling whole? She never has.
Pretty Boy likes Pretty Girl, supposedly.
Pretty Girl likes Pretty Boy, definitely.
There is no solid ground here. Not yet. Everything is
quicksand, and I am
sinking into this Pretty Boy.
There is no branch for me to grab hold to and escape
this kind of pull. There is no safe word, no warning that
things won’t be as they have always been;
good, great, okay, and then nothing.
Pretty Girl cannot do this again.
But she will let herself anyway.
—  PRETTY BOY vs. PRETTY GIRL // Haley Hendrick
There are 30,000 days in your life. When I was 24, I realized I’m almost 9,000 days down. There are no warm-ups, no practice rounds, no reset buttons. Your biggest risk isn’t failing, it’s getting too comfortable. Every day, we’re writing a few more words of a story. I wanted my story to be an adventure and that’s made all the difference.
—  Drew Houston

Girl with the doe-eyes. Girl with a candy cane
mouth. Girl with friendly shadows hiding
in her hair. Girl as a passing stranger. Girl with
the hands like branches, the kind fires are
started with; kindling for possibility. Girl who
uses ‘doll’ as a pet name. Girl who probably
swallows blackberries for breakfast, and for
dinner, a bottle of sake. Girl with the three
sisters. Girl as the black sheep of her family.
Girl as a wilting rose, but finds color in those
around her. Girl who wears a leather jacket in
eighty-five degree heat in the night. Girl who
is as soft as fleece (I wouldn’t know, but she
looks like it). Girl with the piercings. Girl with
the tattoos I never got to see. Girl with the
heart of an adventurer, and I, the one serving as
a safe place to stay the night. Girl with the
smile that makes mountains tremble. Girl as the
hand I will never hold on to. Girl as a fantasy.

Girl as a stranger.
Girl as a stranger.
Girl as a stranger.

—  boston to orlando // Haley Hendrick
Your heart is more thunderstorm than gentle shower.
I can hear your name whispered in the absence of
waves just before a tsunami, and love, I hope you
know that you have always been a thing that only
knows how to drown what it touches. Steals the air
right from lungs not ready; a last breath doesn’t
exist in that bed of yours. With the way she inhales
beside you, I know you’ve already taken such air
from her body.

Prepare the coffins. Plan the funerals.
I know I’m not the only one dying today.

—  drown, girl(s), drown // Haley Hendrick