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*becomes everything I dreamed of when I was little and almost doesnāt notice*
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My heart
āThere is nothing like forgiveness. Real forgivenesss. It makes you want to weep.ā
ā Jackie Kay, from Wish I Was Here: Stories; āMy Daughter, The Fox,ā
Jenny Holzer, Living Series
āI feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say Iāve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness Iāve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, itās so like me.ā
ā Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
āA hideous solitude extended before me and I drove my rebellious heart onward.ā
ā Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Richard Howard, from āThe Rock Garden,ā
Isabelle Adjani in The Tenant (dir. Roman Polanski, 1976)
age 10-11, age 14
āI am too young and Iāve loved you too much.ā
ā Fyodor Dostoyevsky
āPerhaps the shame I feel is a stand-in for the shame I think someone ought to feel.ā
ā Maggie Nelson, The Red Parts
āThe men who scare me most come not like wolves but like mice / and gnaw away at the floor beneath my feet.ā
ā Ruth Awad, from āMen Compliment Me,ā published in the Vida Review
āI have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later onāand I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.ā
ā Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (via nauseadaily)
Jericho Brown
Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns
āAnd when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter ā they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.ā
ā Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; July 1950 - July 1953.