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Right now it feels like my guts are using my uterus as a squeezetoy, and all I want to do is to curl up under the blankets in a little whimpering ball.
(Apparently, the word ‘painkiller’ can be misleading. Fuck you, Asda price.)
All you non-vagina’d people, please be fucking greatful for your lot. Mm’k?
3 days ago | Permalink
" No,” he said, “My ghosts are not there.”
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.) "
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.) "
Everything is Illuminated // Jonathan Safran Foer (via moonbrains, loveyourchaos)
4 days ago | Permalink
