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“apologizing for how you expressed yourself in moments that you recognize you were operating at a low vibration, is awareness. apologizing for how you expressed yourself in moments where you had the right to feel the way you feel in fear of negative reaction, is a trauma response.”
— iambrillyant
Doom was woven in your nerves,
Robert Lowell, History; from 'For Robert Kennedy 1925-68'
“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”
— Unknown
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“It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
“I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.”
— Unknown
“…wherever she went, all things voiced a wounded cry to her.”
— Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “Martha & Mary”
“Time holds us both fixed fast Under the bright wasting stars.”
— Kenneth Rexroth, from A Maze of Sparks of Gold; Collected Shorter Poems of K. Rexroth
i'm sitting on my bed reading. it’s almost midnight. it’s summer. my window is open and the cool wind is blowing. it's cloudy but i can see the moon shining through the clouds. the crickets are very loud but very soothing. my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. the feeling never goes away. everything is quiet and i'm at peace.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Night Sky with Exit Wounds | Ocean Vuong
TO BIND, TO MERGE, TO MELT IN LOVE
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena Plato, Symposium René Magritte, The Lovers II (1928) Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet Anaïs Nin to June Miller, February 1932 Robert Mapplethorpe, White Gauze (1984) Jeanette Winterson, Written On the Body Edvard Munch, The Kiss (1895) Pablo Neruda, ‘Sonnet XVII’ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
