Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left — Rachel Thompson
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Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left are meaningless letters pushing fire through my veins. Words can draw blood if you’re very, very careful. - Broken Places

— Rachel Thompson
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Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the lette — Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce
The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal. — Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce
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Flannel shirts should be outlawed for ex husbands — I realize this now. Flannel shirts are to women what crotchless panties are to men.
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