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Sometimes a talk isn’t just a talk. Sometimes you ask “What’s the matter?”and then everything falls apart. Sometimes you can’t un-say things. Sometimes words hit your heartand leave everything broken. Sometimes, after, you make love,and sometimes you don’t touch. Sometimes life starts feeling likeone long sleepover because you arealways waiting for him to go home. Today’s...

I feel like both the boat and the iceberg at once, the killer and the to be killed. The killer didn’t know it was doing anything wrong. The killer was at peace in its ocean, hiding. You know, when they say “it’s just the tip of the iceberg” means you only see a little bit of...

You wondered why I’d become so comfortable with not cuddling as much, not hugging as much, and I said it’s because now I can count on you like clockwork to be here, to come home to this bed. Had I known the time was coming when your affection would be doled out in limited supply, I would...

She thought she was going to have a good life, but she didn’t, no she didn’t. Every scrap of love was fickle, every realized dream a nightmare. Everyone who told her she was sweet as lollipops had no problem dropping her in the trash when they were finished sucking the life out of her. But how...

What book are you reading right now? I’ve been enjoying very, very good poetry today, by a poet who got her start on Instagram just like I’m sort of kind of trying to do. I recommend this book. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X...