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Medusa, Or How I Always Fall for the Wrong Men

writingsforwinter:

In hell, they say, is every worst version of yourself

waiting to greet you. And still, if I were to meet the woman I was

who opened myself like a fish to anyone with a mouth

quick enough to gut me, I’d bow at her feet. I’d kiss the earth

she walked on. Or, in hell, the flames.

They say all your first loves are like roulette. You never know

which one will sink you. Which is to say, perhaps all of them.

In this story, I fall in love with a man and then I turn him to stone.

I put my hand around the throat of a gun and it bends to tell me

everything I thought I’d ever forgotten to know.

Someone hands me a bullet and I call it a rosary.

I only know I am in love when I’m leaving.

(via writingsforwinter)

May 18, 2017

Anonymous asked:

Meggie, how do you know if you have fallen out of love with someone?

writingsforwinter Answer:

I think it’s when you look at them and you don’t get a rush of genuine affection or joy in your chest anymore. For me, that was always how I knew. I looked at them and I didn’t feel it viscerally inside my chest anymore.

May 18, 2017

wasthatnotsideblog:

just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time

it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness

thanks

(via captainstress69)

Apr 30, 2017

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