Her Bones Are Coral Made

when we have eaten fearsome fancies long enough we shall become noble; perhaps even become handsome.

I have been growing my hair out since I was fifteen
and this is the most interesting thing about me. It’s not
an easy thing, accepting that the boys I love go home
to other people at the end of the day. Yet the world
continues to turn. I play my music loudly and do not
apologize for it. Maybe I should tell you that I’ve been
hiding love affairs in shoe boxes that I stash beneath
my bed. At the hair salon the other day, when the
stylist was trimming my split ends, I decided that I
never want to get married. I’m too sentimental for the
21st century and cry over modern things, like plumbing
and airports and espresso machines. I will have more
boyfriends and I know this. I do not apologize for it.
Sometimes I am really afraid of the knife in my hands
as I chop up onions and potatoes and peppers. I say
change and expect it to happen instantly. I lose the same
things, repeatedly, over and over again. An untwinned
earring. Hair ties. Mechanical pencils. A secret is:
I’ll love you. Even when I don’t.

Kristina Haynes, “I Have Been Growing My Hair Out Since I Was Fifteen”  (via precious-wasted-love)

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cute things to call your girlfriend:
1. sugar
2. honey
3. flour
4. egg
5. salt
6. 1/2lb butter
7. stir thoroughly
8. pour into baking pan
9. preheat oven to 375°
10. bake for 15 minutes
11. enjoy

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And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)

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