Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
STEPHANIE BRIARTo 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.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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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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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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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I 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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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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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