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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
ok here’s a kyle one. sorry it’s the pcov rewatch it brings something out in me
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
“I feel that I’m losing the most beautiful years of my life.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to his sister written c. March 1912
How do you process grief?
by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day
God please forgive me for all the times I haven’t put you first.
The Irish Aesthete: Ruins of Ireland, by Robert O'Byrne
‘ID: excerpt from ‘Mayakovsky” a poem by Frank O’Hara
“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again,”]
this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability
from Autopsy by Donte Collins