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[petaltexturedskies]

I am full of love for every one. And everything is soft and vague and very sad. It is sad, it is sad. But everything has meaning,

Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

[thepowerwithin]

Sometimes strength means knowing when to say goodbye.

Dr. Nicole Addison

[petaltexturedskies]

I want

my heart back

I want to feel everything again —

Louise Glück, from Averno "Blue Rotunda"

[imanes]

the day i finally release my inhibitions and feel the rain on my skin it’s over for you bitches

[thepowerwithin]

Your body is your home. Your temple. Your own sacred space. Please be careful with how you treat it, both physically and mentally.

Dr. Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

[thepowerwithin]

Pull off your mask and allow for yourself to become vulnerable. Only when we’re vulnerable are we able to reach the real sustenance of life.

Dr. Nicole Addison

[petaltexturedskies]

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel — drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have — that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[heavensghost]

it’s quiet here

[petaltexturedskies]

And yet I love this quiet clouded day. I love this settled stillness, and this feeling that, at any moment, down may come the rain. Should you say wasted? No, not really. Something is gathered. This quiet time brings one nearer.

Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1914-1922)

[dniudsnf]

ethereal things to stay alive for

flowers blooming

hugging someone after a long time

wandering in bookstores

late night talks

listening to vinyl records

walking through forests

the smell of rain

dancing late at night

fairy lights

seeing jellyfish

listening to nature in the morning

flower meadows

[sweatermuppet]

please be patient with me i am experiencing horrors unknown to you at all times

[flowerytale]

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

[feral-ballad]

pretty sure i’m the remains of a sad poem

[petaltexturedskies]

Despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.

Anaïs Nin

[flowerytale]

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

[sheis-dead-deactivated20230830]

conversations between a full moon and a heavy heart

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from Night and Day