A Dreamer's Thoughts
Mindless dreamer steering its corpse through the landmine x Arab raised on foreign soil x Poet of all shapes and writer in the breaking x the clockwork of thought that is my head. -Rifah
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When I was seven, I wanted to glue autumn leaves back onto the branches they fell from, returning each to its home. Yesterday, I stepped on a pile of damp leaves on the sidewalk. When I heard them crunch beneath my feet, I felt nothing.
Kayla Hollatz, This is what growing up looks like. (via thetalltwig)

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Tomorrow is another day toward death.
—The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via n-o-t-y-o-u-r-s)
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