"Most mornings you were in the sink. A feeling resulting from a lack of interest. To discover a process of remembering. To imagine a narrative. Or to build one. Our bedroom, barely lit. Something constantly unraveling–revealing we are made of bone."

— Madison Langston, excerpt from It Becomes The Love You Take (via holdonmagnolia)

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    To imagine a narrative. Beautiful.
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