My cheeks grow dandelions, and I always thought they were so pretty until I was told they were weeds, and I spend most of my days wondering about the difference, and wondering if I can ever forgive the person who pointed it out.
in Daisies and Dandelions
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I never change, I simply become more myself.
Joyce Carol Oates (via thosewhowork
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And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
, It Has Been One Hell of a Year.
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
~ Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
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