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Te di ojos y miraste las tinieblas, Irene Solà

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Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios.

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Y tengo miedo. Eso quería decir: que no estás y tengo miedo.

Alejandra Pizarnik. Diarios. 1962.

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so I wandered devouring darkness 

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems; from ‘Poems Uncollected in Books (1956–1960)’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

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"Desde hace dos días lucho con mis ganas de dormir a toda hora. Jamás bebí tanto café, tanto té. Son estos mis pequeños suicidios silenciosos, sin escándalo, sin decir a nadie que no quiero vivir."

Alejandra Pizarnik.

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “I am…”

[Text ID: “my wings? / two rotting petals”]

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Mary Oliver, from "Dogfish" in New and Selected Poems

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Anne Carson, from Red Doc

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Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated 14 August 1918

[thoughtkick]

“I understand that nobody understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.”

— Audrey Tautou

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[feral-ballad]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Notes on your dramatic exit from the house party”

[Text ID: “OH YOU DO LOVE THEM / YOU DO / JUST NOT / IN THE WAY THAT LETS BOTH OF YOU LIVE”]

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I'm not going to see anybody anymore. They make me talk and exhaust me. If I'm quiet I'll be alright.

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. February 1913

[thoughtkick]

“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having you wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.”

— Emery Allen

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Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)

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Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem

[petaltexturedskies]

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959