the past week has been tiring to say the least. are you guys sick of hearing me say that yet because i am sick of saying it. all we do is repeat unoriginal words back to each other. alternating wildly between intensely emotional periods of appreciation for everyone and neutral facial expressions that whisper i am so tired i could cry. still, all complaint is luxury. it could be worse. it could be math.

sorry, you’d expect a bit more substance after a week of absence. here, have some warsan shire instead:

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you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

‘for women who are ‘difficult’ to love’ / warsan shire.

just thought it’d be a little appropriate for break up season. there, i said it. keep safe everyone and keep your eyes on your books.

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