Photographic Delusions

girlbrokendown:

I have wandered highways, nineteen roads where I have lived nineteen lives and ran from each of them with tired eyes, blistered toes on calloused feet because none of them ever really felt like mine, I was born in an empty apartment where my father cursed my mothers womb whilst they inhaled…

The greatest short story I’ve ever read, it’s compelling and addictive with strong willed phases, that spark attention with each line, lingers on to the next with a beautiful conclusion.

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girlbrokendown:

It was the thin kind of paper, see through and delicate, edges tainted with time from bent binding and tattered sheets with notes in margins, underlined quotes that pierced through eyes scanning paragraphs for paradigms of shared pain from lyrical wordsmiths and mavens of heartbreak painted poetic…

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girlbrokendown:

I keep finding stars on my skin where your hands should be, fingers tracing constellations and galaxies leftover from your lips mouthing words that flutter onto mine like kisses in the stolen glances when you don’t think that I’m looking, memorising every inch of your face or the way your eyes…

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