You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
HANNAH PEARLWhen 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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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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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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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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You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
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Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
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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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It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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