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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?

Stephanie Briar

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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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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 pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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