And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
HANNAH PEARLWhat an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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Don’t bother finding a soulmate. Your aunt tells you, your fluffy scrambled eggs are the best she’s had and dammit, you can enjoy those all by yourself. No need to share the wealth.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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