when its so hard to walk away. i KNOW that feeling/in my bones/ when all u wanna do is just STAY... when its the hardest thing in the whole world, torture/ dont throw that word around now/ what do u compare it to?? and when u turn to leave u can almost taste the density between you, a force field/ when physics takes over/ its so strong it knocks u over and i think that that would be easier because whats your choice now? now is when the real strength takes you and pulls u back, up, and out of yourself... walking away... and at these moments, like the tiny particles in between when the choice is made but before the execution... the split second/ when u KNOW your going to kiss her but right before u do, these moments... these moments...... i do believe...



cultivate them passionatly...
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they fight and struggle against their demons the way anyone else created in gods image, with a lust for life, is driven to do. they fight in the brilliance of their poetry, images so sharp and neat, they fight by falling in love, they fight by giving birth, they fight by wearing high heels to do housework, they fight by wearing bright red lipstick just to run to the market, they fight by refusing to get out of bed ever again, they fight by giving readings with great elegance and eloquence, and sometimes they even fight by making sunday brunch for their mother-in-law. they also fight by being fucking impossible: they are late or they are very late; then they pretend they thought they were supposed to be there then. you want to help them, but they dont answer the phone, and when you come over to their house to find them, they get mad. you lend them money for rent, they go for a facial.

~ elizabeth wurtzel BITCH