My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
SCHUYLERI never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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