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she was fire
enough to light the way
and burn anything
attempting to stop her
r. h. Sin (via another-quotey-blog)
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…my anger is a secret, a small stone only I can feel settled heavy in my throat.
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays
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Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
she has a refugee camp tucked
behind each ear, her body is a body littered
with ugly things
but God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.
Warsan Shire, “Bless Your Ugly Daughter” from Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head (via mashamorevna)
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Woman, what are you? — A chaos.
Anais Nin, A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1934–1937)
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If I was bound for hell let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best.
The Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys (via kassapti)
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