“Pale as an angel I float out over my own skin.”
— Anne Sexton, from All My Pretty Ones; The Operation. (via xshayarsha)
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She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Excerpt of Witch-Wife (via florizels)
“Elusive shadows linger shyly here, And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear In the pool’s lucent gloom.”
— L.M. Montgomery, ‘The Wood Pool’
“The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black hiding just beyond the twilight.”
-Amber Newberry, One Night in Salem
mcdonalds cashier: sorry the flurry machine broke
me: its fine *goes home* *crying* *opens laptop* *opens tumblr* *new text post*
I was sensitive, a baby lamb, pink and tender
and You were harsh, sharp, edges and pain
you were broken and you wanted me to break too
your knife against my pale pink skin, deepen the wound
“its fine”
january 19 2017
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