To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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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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