Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
STEPHANIE BRIARAs 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”.
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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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”.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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