The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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