lifeinpoetry:

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

Ama Asantewa Diaka, from “Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message,” Woman, Eat Me Whole

stlamb:

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neil hilborn, numbered days

soracities:

His eyes were light brown. They were light brown in the way that a rose is red, or that the sky is blue. They defined what it meant to be light brown.

Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine