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maybe if I fall in love with my anxiety it will leave me too
fun fact: I have a big heart and it breaks easily
Anemone type mums. Chrysanthemum culture in California. 1952.
Are you flirting with me or am I overanalyzing all of our interactions: a novel written by me
by Harriet Lee-Merrion
u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for
its 2:31am. im thinking about the fact that ive never met a woman who hasn’t been treated like shit by a man. u ever think about that? u ever think about the fact that its a defining experience of womanhood to be subjected 2 the cruelty of men? that every woman knows that fear, that pain, that anger, that sadness? nothin breaks my heart more than that
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Alejandra Pizarnik
Qué fácil callar, ser serena y objetiva con los seres que no me interesan verdaderamente, a cuyo amor o amistad no aspiro. Soy entonces calma, cautelosa, perfecta dueña de mí misma. Pero con los poquísimos seres que me interesan… Allí está la cuestión absurda: soy una convulsión. De allí proviene mi imposibilidad absoluta para sustentar mi amistad con alguien mediante una comunicación profunda y armoniosa. Tanto me doy, me fatigo, me arrastro y me desgasto que no veo que instante de liberarme de esa prisión tan querida. Y si no llega mi propio cansancio, llega el del otro, hastiado ya de tanta exaltación y presunta genialidad, y se va en busca de alguien que es como soy yo con la gente que no me interesa.
Alejandra Pizarnik, Diarios
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