“Why hurt someone whose only intention was to love you.”
— Unknown

july seeps into august like the blood of a cherry on your white blouse. i want to get better. another summer drowned at the bottom of the pool, another summer spent with red stained lips and the smell of tart sleep and liquid tylenol. i want to bite my teeth into life and suck on the marrow, but i am swallowing my cherry pits. i will get it right next time. i will wash it off you, clean.
w. r, on the death of summer & baptismal promises
“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is. Nobody else interests me.”
— Oscar Wilde
because I am myself when with you.
July 16th, 1962 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
Don't take for granted the effort of someone who tries to stay in touch, it's rare to find someone who truly cares.