It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
HANNAH PEARLIf y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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.
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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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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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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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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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What 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.
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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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There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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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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