「because the world isn't as cruel as you take it to be.」 --celty sturluson
multifandom, monochromatic writing blog.
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"‘On my wrist,’ I told the man with a snakes and roses up his arm, ‘seven letters and two words with one space and punctuation. ‘I matter.’ Ink it into my skin and let the permanency seep into my bloodstream so that if it coagulates, I die knowing ‘I matter’ and that’s why I died, not because I was a shadow that was blinded into oblivion. And on the wrist, because I was taught to never break something that couldn’t be repaired. On the wrist, because I look at my hands, and what they can and have done, at failed piano lessons, awkward handshakes, shaking pencils, sweaty palms. People turn their palms up when they’re being honest and when I turn my hands to the sky, I’ll see ‘I matter.’ in black across the frailty of my skin. I matter, I matter, I matter. On my wrist and in black, Times New Roman like the books I’ve read, across a fragile part of me because I matter, no matter where or how strong. I matter. I matter, I matter, I matter.’"