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“Sometimes the people who once meant everything to you become strangers again, and you are left wondering how something so real turned into silence.” — Paulo Coelho
She cannot raise her eyes to face them And trembles like a hunted fawn. Inside her, stormy passion's seething; The wretched girl is scarcely breathing.
— Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin
“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”
— Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.
I Can’t Live in this House Anymore
As I turn to head towards the front door, I leave the bathroom where you are holding me tight under the warm soapy water, next to the twinkling lights and burning incense. Sounds of laughter and confessions of love reverberate through my mind as I hurry past the bed where we laid pressed against each other. I go through the kitchen; past you standing in front of the window, gazing at me with tears in your eyes and strong arms around my waist as you tell me about your favorite song. My feet slow as I brush shoulders with our dancing forms in the living room; two souls engulfed with passion, swaying carelessly to the slow music. I make my way down the hall, to the entryway you’re standing in. Your arms are outstretched towards me as you beam with love in your eyes and a grin on your face. When I finally open the door and step outside, I see you standing there. The look in your eyes makes my heart stop and my blood run cold. I feel the words echo through my chest, leaving a hollow cavity that I’m scared will never heal. I run to the blacktop and chase the lines down the highway, watching your tail lights fade further and further into the distance. As the burning in my chest deepens my legs give way beneath me and I collapse into a puddle of tears and thundering grief. You’re gone.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)
'I think what I resent most is having to think about this at all.'
Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
Ana Božičević, from Rise in the Fall; “Anxiety of Influence”
Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a poem titled "As unforgettable as you’re forgetful," featured in Moscow in the Plague Years: Poems
Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026
i have never faked my love for a single soul and that's why i take betrayal so personally
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