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Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics
the problem with sleep deprivation is as bad as it is it does let you hear the secret melodies. you will regret it later but its always good to hear the secret melodies at the time
“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”
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excerpt from
EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT
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h.y.k
Love seeing little pawprints. So fucking magical. There was a little guy here.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters
whatever (it's eating away at my soul)
Picture by Wim Berlijn
what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”
Art nouveau style letter opener
we need to be weirder & so so earnest now more than ever
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go
& in the end, isn’t that what we all want?
To not feel so split? To carry an image of ourselves inside ourselves & know exactly what we mean
when we say I— . I— .
I— ?
— Cameron Awkward-Rich, from “The Child Formerly Known As _________,” published in Split This Rock
“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
— Anaïs Nin (via saisonlune)
Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.
Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future