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a dream to sell?1.a dream to sell?
Mary is thinking she will never get married.
She looks at her anger from the night before; dirty cotton wool balls on the cluttered dressing table, tiny clothes unconscious
on the floor. She is waking up tasting rotten fruit and feeling like tangled wool.
The heat of recent weeks has seeped
into the land, the trees, the houses, so that even this early in the morning
the warmth pulses like bees. one day a cold flannel shock will jolt her back to what’s real what’s important what’s worth knowing. one day she will realise
by ~blue-strawberry
eighteen1. when you stand in the meadow looking across, the light lingers in the trees, soakingeighteen
into branches like they are
marking where it happened.
nobody comes here anymore, I sit inside when I want to get away from mother’s stillness or Lucy talking to me like I will always
be the smallest one. Ivy will grab the walls with never-let-go hooks, bindweed a
green carpet creeping through cracks and saplings will spring out through windows until
I am the only one who remembers.
2. there are times, late at night
my arm s
by ~blue-strawberry
mustard yellowShe turned and stared out into the night, he rubbed his forehead in frustration.mustard yellow
“There’s a difference between missing her and wanting nothing to change,” he said. “They aren’t the same things at all. And we can’t do a thing about either one. Things always change. Things would be changing right now if she were alive. That’s just life. You can fight it or you can accept it. The difference is, if you accept it you get to do other things; if you fight it, you’re stuck in the same place forever.”
“But aren’t some things worth fighting?”
“Yes.&#
by ~blue-strawberry
NiyatiAllow me to introduce myself. My name is Niyati. Indian, Sanskrit from Hindu origin meaning: destiny, universal law, chance, luck, predetermined, fortune, unavoidable.Niyati
Fate.
I’m the one with my finger on the scale, the bullet, the brakes. The one who chooses which sperm, which egg, who lives, who dies. Has it never occurred to you? You could fall down a manhole, collapse from a stroke. A car crash could sever your spinal cord. You could catch bird flu. A tree could fall on you. There are comets, you know. Killer bees. Foreign armies. Floods. Serial killers. There’s buried nuclear waste. Ethnic cleansing. Al
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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And there is no combination of words I could say
But Ill still tell you one thing
Were better together
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mirc
mirc indir
mırc
mirc sohbet
sohbet
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Life is like an EKG without the ups and downs, there is no life.
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And there is no combination of words I could say
But Ill still tell you one thing
Were better together
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And there is no combination of words I could say
But Ill still tell you one thing
Were better together
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