I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
HANNAH PEARLIf I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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