I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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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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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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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 fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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