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'Look,' you said, slamming your palm on the table, 'you can break me ten ways to Sunday, but by next week, I’ll be whole again. I heal for a living; I hardly bruise anymore. People can touch me now and not leave a fingerprint.'
Andrew Richard Franco
I know nothing absolutely but that we were sitting in a booth, across from one another, arms length but already months apart.
Andrew Richard Franco
Dam. You are a King of a woman.
Andrew Richard Franco
Dear self,
I’ve been looking for you.
Andrew Richard Franco
Dear words,
When did you become louder than my voice?
Andrew Richard Franco
Dear entrances,
Sometimes you look more like exit signs.
Andrew Richard Franco
Dear pain,
There is no evidence on my body that you actually exist, but I feel you.
Andrew Richard Franco
Dear money,
You’re not the only thing that people use to make themselves feel better.
Andrew Richard Franco
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.
Buddy Wakefield, The Information Man