The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
STEPHANIE BRIARAs if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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