You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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