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"I exist in two places.
    here, and where you are."

- Margaret Atwood “Corpse Song.”  (via wordsnquotes)

(via clairetheprincess)


time takes the edge off of the unbearable, turns wounds into scars, agony becomes just an ache. what used to hurt all the time only bothers you when you move it just so.

tragedy has a short shell life

this is how the world apologizes for being such a bitch sometimes. eventually, crisis becomes just a circumstance, a situation that just must be dealt with.

so that’s what happened. time turned the gaping wound where she had been into just an empty ache. somewhere between her mouth and her chest and eventually minutes and then hours and then even days would pass between bouts of overwhelming lonely.

and this was a good thing.