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“I’ve been trying to go home my whole life - ” - Chelsea Dingman, from ‘Psychogeography’, published in The Los Angeles Review
Warsan Shire, from “To Swim with God”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
My father is in the kitchen cooking dinner. Pots are banging, and the peas are overflowing. I ask him for the fifth time when dinner will be ready. ‘When it is in front of you’ he says.
Now the kitchen is empty and I am alone at the dinner table. Grief is the only thing in front of me. I am not ready. I wish you had of asked me if I was ready.
I am alone at this table and I am not ready. Patience was not his virtue but grief is setting the table and I am not ready to say goodbye. I wish you had waited till I was ready.
And in a whisper, I hear my father say ‘but here it is, in front of you. Grief does not wait for dinner to be served before it takes a seat at the table.’
— Hannah Green, ‘Knocking On Heavens Door.’
Ppl who had time for romance in high school we are so different. i was busy fighting for my life in my head
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This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you
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Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Ginger”
[Text ID: “I got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.”]
Franny Choi, from “How to Let Go of the World,” in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On [ID in alt text]
bitches have complicated feelings about me due to my inconsistent swag