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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
Depression got so bad I restarted supernatural.
i may seem like an angry person on the surface but deep inside im actually angrier
Kaoru Yamada
#art
lesbian yearning on a rooftop. i get her
(a photo from sandy kern’s photo album in the persistent desire: a butch-femme reader)
I automatically assume you’re physically weak if you do not date fat people.
Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine / Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh / Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone / Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me / Kitty Stryker, “Radical Self-Reliance” Is Killing People. / Yiyun Li, Dear Friend, From my Life I Write to You in Your Life
Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos
There are days when I give up on my body
but not the world. I am alive. I know this. Alive now
to see the world, to see the river rupture everything with its light.
— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Heavy,” published in Poem-a-Day
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“Everything that’s ever happened has left its little wound.”
— Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary (Graywolf Press, 2015)
Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
I’m just going insane. I feel so crazy.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. If you just want to look at naked hot people and flirt with everyone who gives you attention on the internet, get out and go do that and stop half-adding this relationship we both know you don’t want.
I don’t know how to keep doing this. I hurt all the time. All the time.
Another first to cross off the bucket list: being in a relationship that clearly no one wants to fucking be in anymore.