Life is a jest, and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
“What they disallowed in me, remains. What they bled from me, so stark and violent, I scooped it into my hands and drank it all back. It rolls down the corners of my soft cheeks, baptismal.”
Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy
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