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.
HANNAH PEARLI’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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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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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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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If 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.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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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