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[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[abetter4ever]

Written by Jessica Jocelyn

[eclogues]

i havent done anything or been anyone ever

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

[dark0nme]

[metamorphesque]

a you-shaped hole in the universe Celia Paul, Ocean Vuong, Owen Gent, Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert), Karman Verdi, Edna St Vincent Millay

[vivalasigh]

Jericho Brown, "To Be Asked for a Kiss"

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, The Selected Diaries

[thoughtcascades]

i want to be left alone but in a loved way

[malglories]

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

[apoemaday]

Adult Grief

by Louise Glück

Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters. You did not prepare yourself sufficiently. Before your eyes, two people were becoming old; I could have told you two deaths were coming. There has never been a parent kept alive by a child's love.

Now, of course, it's too late -- you were trapped in the romance of fidelity. You kept going back, clinging to two people you hardly recognized after what they'd endured.

If once you could have saved yourself, now that time's past: you were obstinate, pathetically blind to change. Now you have nothing: for you, home is a cemetery. I've seen you press your face against the granite markers -- you are the lichen, trying to grow there. But you will not grow, you will not let yourself obliterate anything.

[fairycosmos]

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

[theoptia]

C.G. Jung, from The Red Book: Liber Novus