Huang O, from a poem titled "To The Tune Of Plucking A Cinnamon Branch,," featured in Women Poets of China
cherry valley forever
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Love Begins
almost home
we're not kids anymore.

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Kaledo Art
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Huang O, from a poem titled "To The Tune Of Plucking A Cinnamon Branch,," featured in Women Poets of China
from Autopsy by Donte Collins
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
everything’s gonna be okay allegedly
The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. December 1955, featured in Selected Letters
It feels like I’m falling apart…
I don't have a morning routine. I wake up on straight survival mode.
Christmas feels heavier when you’re healing from things that never got an apology.
The lights don’t fix it. The music doesn’t save it.
I’m still here though carrying the weight, learning how to survive the season.
They all leave eventually.
I feel like I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve to eat, sleep, be kind to myself, to be loved, and I especially don't feel like I deserve to live.
the hardest pill i had to swallow this year was learning that no matter how good you could be to somebody, and no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you. and there's absolutely nothing you can do but accept it and keep moving forward.
"You didn't deserve that". Actually, yeah I did. I stayed in places I had no place being. I had 0 self respect and love for myself. I let people treat me so badly. I knew better.
They said: "time heals" but dostoevsky said, "one never forgets the taste of certain tears."