October 2011
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Most people carry pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the...
– The Magicians by Lev Grossman (via bettychantel)
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Ok really what are the fucking odds.
I cannot even.
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all the king's horses
I am a person filled with stories that nobody wishes to hear.
Covered in remnants of sweat and bedsheet fibers,
hair and scent of boys and girls who preferred me silent or gasping
in pain or pleasure, whatever works.
It’s not that they don’t care.
They don’t really desire me to hurt,
between ribs, clutching at the gaping
wound, pressing on my eyes
with rigid fingers.
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