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Moon girls,
where did you go?
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Iron Hans,” wr. c. 1963
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All contact with people is like a salty finger touching a raw wound.
Tennessee Williams, from a letter to Donald Windham wr. c. July 1943 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Do you remember what your life was like before they made you jaded and cynical? Back when the wind caught and carried you in your leaps of faith? A soul this young should not ache this much, and yet you wear the heartbreak like armor.
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