As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
STEPHANIE BRIARI would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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