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On my heart is the thought of my father being this boy. He in someone else’s arms, his insides floating like debris in a river.
-yen-yaw


  1. themidwinterthaw reblogged this from writeworld and added:
    He did not seem to know that his voice was as a tsunami, destroying everything in its wake and leaving clutter on the...
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  3. yen-yaw reblogged this from writeworld and added:
    Thank you, writeworld! :)
  4. waltzconfuoco said: “Your guess would be diamonds compared to mine. My own political awareness is not something I take pride in.”
  5. coming-untrue said: drawing a blank and wishing it didn’t look like you
  6. starofairdrie said: something akin to wanting something more than wanting to go on breathing.
  7. khanowl said: I miss you like how the sun misses the moon. I miss you like how the shore misses the tide. I miss you like how inhales miss exhales. I miss you like how I miss myself.
  8. momothestripes said: I think my favorite metaphor I used while writing was ‘You feel that spark between our lips? If we were to kiss right now, it wouldn’t be a spark but a flame.’
  9. parjures said: “he had eyes like late summer, gold and green and languid heat and drowned bodies by the riversides”
  10. vaulteddoors said: “You are like the Frida Kahlo of Conversation.” Darren shut up immediately. That was the best insult he’d ever heard.
  11. thatnamelesssuperhero said: “Words rattled about in his head like a rock in a metal basin”
  12. reciprocatedpromises said: “I dream of memories that never stay, like puzzle pieces, scattered around that will never fit together but are there in the box, just waiting to be turned over.”
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