I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
JESSICA WILDEWouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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