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[miedkha]

[bluesilencepoetry]

"Ella era una criatura romántica y sentimental, con tendencia a la soledad. De pocas amigas, capaz de emocionarse hasta las lágrimas cuando florecían las flores en el jardín".

— Isabel Allende

[bluesilencepoetry]

“No puedo ser amiga de la gente, la gente no es mágica, no tiene halo, es como la necesidad de comer y de orinar y de bañarse. Yo quiero que la gente sea del color de mis sueños. Quiero que la gente sea mágica.’’

—Alejandra Pizarnik

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, the waves

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

"A veces me siento diferente. Camino como todos los demás, pero por dentro, me siento como un extraño en mi propia vida".

Franz Kafka.

Diarios.

[metamorphesque]

Wendy Cope, From June to December: Summer Villanelle

[dailykafka]

— July 1, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries

[feral-ballad]

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[geryone]

Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

[tulipsofthemorning]

[dark-romantics]

~ Courtney Peppernell

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[wordscanbeenough]

“And I saw it didn’t matter / who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.”

— Dorianne Laux, from “After Twelve Days of Rain”, What We Carry