Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

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Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor”
﹙ Text ID: I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.﹚
Feeling too much can hurt sometimes, but one day you grow and realize that your heart was never really broken. It was just wide open.
Tom Grice
“The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.”
— William Blake
“I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.”
— Simon Van Booy
Irvin D. Yalom, Love’s Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life
My mind let go into the crags of sorrow and I grew this cavernous heart. It was a tomb but also a garden. One is the other always.
Deborah DeNicola, from "Noli Me Tangere"
The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn't know, any more than the mind does, why what clings to it clings.
James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
Citlali Haro (Mexican, 1991) - Ilusiones Nocturnas (2022)
“I punish myself for my whole life, my whole life I punish.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via byronichero-ine)
i overthink….therefore….i overam….
i love tragedy i love circular narratives i love ppl who cannot escape their fate & characters that have been dead since the beginning
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
Tsering Wangmo Dhompa, From “Substitute Heart”
my feelings are hurting my feelings