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He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red.
Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via versteur)

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Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
Warshan shire  (via versteur)

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  • reading a foreign language you're trying to learn: lol this is easy I understand so much of this
  • trying to construct sentences in that language: wtf am I doing jesus take the wheel where is wiktionary

Smoke’s which is a canadian chain restaurant, which Jane took me to when I visited her, is branching into the US…specifically my hometown.

watching the first episode of torchwood like “welcome to torchwood, leave your heteronormativity at the door”

abbygubler:

repeat after me:

there are white people suffering in the world

but the white people who are suffering are not suffering because they are white

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