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God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.
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Stress marks, 1999, by Elinor Carucci.
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If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it. — Zora Neale Hurston (via qbrix)
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I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with. — Dorothy Dunnett, The Disorderly Knights (via weaverofstars)
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