Saturday, February 1, 2014

"Stop it. You are not worthless or hopeless or helpless. There is nothing less about you. There is nothing lacking within you. You are a poem made out of matches that haven’t been burned yet. You’re not an abandoned building or the Christmas jumpers that you knitted last year that no one, not even your grandparents wanted to wear. It always starts quietly, it always starts with a whisper and you’ll spend the first few years of your teenage life thinking that nothing loud is going to happen to you, that your insides are the kind of quiet that look like a hospital room after someone died, stop. Think fuse, think burning candle, think a wave that starts at the horizon and breaks the sea."

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