“She would never forget the pleasure her father took in taking her down a peg. There are adults who thrive off the puncturing of children's fantasies.”
Source: Evenings and Weekends
“¿En serio? ¿Dónde estaba yo el día que asignaron padres decentes? ¿Por qué tuvo que tocarme el más idiota entre los capullos?”
Source: November 9
“There are no happy endings. Endings are always the saddest part. So, just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.”
Source: Love is Not a Feeling, It is a Choice
“Same things makes us laugh, makes us cry.
— Big Smoke, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas”
“I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I can’t even swallow the knot in my throat. I might actually cry. For him. For this girl, who’ll never know that someone holds these mountains of want inside. And maybe for me, because I’ve made the choice to never feel this, never again. Never ever, and I realize now, now for the first time, what a terrible price I will pay. What a loss it will be.”
Source: Love on the Brain
“I wonder why that is. I wonder if he hates me. I wonder if I hate him. I wonder so much that I forget to answer him, but it doesn’t matter. Because he’s already gone.”
Source: Love on the Brain
“I might be broken, but i'll pull myself together. I might have fallen, but i'll get up. There'll be a day where i look behind and say i survived”
Source: Black Knight
“It might be the death of me, but it’ll never be the end of me.”
“A wave hit Tess. A wave that had formed early this morning and waited patiently as she competed before it crashed back down on her now.”
Source: Lithium & Let's Plays
“Paris and Helen
He called her: golden dawn
She called him: the wind whistles
He called her: heart of the sky
She called him: message bringer
He called her: mother of pearl
barley woman, rice provider,
millet basket, corn maid,
flax princess, all-maker, weef
She called him: fawn, roebuck,
stag, courage, thunderman,
all-in-green, mountain strider
keeper of forests, my-love-rides
He called her: the tree is
She called him: bird dancing
He called her: who stands,
has stood, will always stand
She called him: arriver
He called her: the heart and the womb
are similar
She called him: arrow in my heart.”
Source: The work of a common woman: The collected poetry of Judy Grahn, 1964-1977 ; with an introduction by Adrienne Rich