knife in my head

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Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways: Poems; “Valparaiso II,”

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“I am chained to my rock; forced to do nothing; doomed to let every worry, spite, irritation and obsession scratch and claw and come again.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary,” c. 1922

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“What we love is very terrible, and talking doesn’t ease it, and nothing does but just itself.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles written c. June 1862

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“All the light was gone out of her. She had frightening lonely dreams about being lost and looking for someone whose name she had forgotten.”

— Elaine Feinstein, from “The Circle,” originally published c. October 1970

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“I have a childish hope to gather all I love together and sit down beside and smile.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Bowles written c. January 1858

[barcarole]

Anna Pavlova and her pet swan Jack, ca. 1905. 

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supercut - lorde

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Window 

[inferior]

Paul Hoi

[untrustyou]

worried dream 

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[zielenadel]

From ‘Tulips’ by Sylvia Plath

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“And she has a big slit in her throat, and her head has been cut off–a double mutilation. Otherwise she is perfect. She has great dignity and great presence and she is waiting. She is undisturbed. People do things to her but she can endure it, she can stand it, it doesn’t affect her, mutilated as she is”

— Louise Bourgeois on her piece “She-Fox” published in parkett no.9 (via kitduckworth)

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anonymously send me

to hell

[lifeismymiracle]