I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn’t lost.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via feellng)
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I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

Michelle Williams (via tazkiah)
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I hope
you never
regret me.

5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)
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