You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.
Silas House, This is My Heart for You
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via deermoon)
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
there and back again, n.m.h.
People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster
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