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—Iris, by The Goo Goo Dolls

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“Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.”

— Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton (via malevolcnt)

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traumaticchild

*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

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amouthfulloflove

“To survive, I had to stay unfamiliar to myself, neutralized, at arm’s length. Sometimes, I think, all these years later, I’m still hunting the part of myself I exiled.”

Places I’ve Taken My Body; ‘The Broken Country: On Disability and Desire’ by Molly McCully Brown

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stlowens

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934)

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existential-celestial

You would stand in the room so still sometimes, so wordless sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via existential-celestial)

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devilduck

If poetry introduces the strange, it does so by means of the familiar. The poetic is the familiar dissolving into the strange, and ourselves with it. It never dispossesses us entirely, for the words, the images (once dissolved) are charged with emotions already experienced, attached to objects which link them to the known.

Georges Bataille, The Inner Experience (via devilduck)

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