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trying on a metaphor
$LAYYYTER
occasionally subtle

if i look back, i am lost
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DEAR READER
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@loverofunreasonandanexile
Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?
you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate
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Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977
take me down to the river
sometimes we don't want to break the fantasy we want to keep dreaming while awake
Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
danger in the daylight
security turned scarcity
feigning casualty
fearing transparency
a new home
one that hasn't been touched by you
where you haven't breathed
how can one bury so many bodies and not accept death?
laying next to me silently as i wait for sleep to take me too
i wonder if you meant what you said while you were on top of me
forcing me down with all your weight i could not question you then
but now as lying awake and you asleep
i hope that you weren't telling me what i wanted to hear
that you love me and you aren't just trying to keep me here
under you
virginia woolf at her house, photographed by vita sackville-west
google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth
my soul and body have separate plans
i lock myself in my room to have a body is to freeze
and then as sudden as it ended it all came back
what a time we must be living in to bounce between extremes of the heart as an external remedy for the thoughts, and feelings that destory us when alone
I often think about this lately
Is the reality of our era that horribly dull and devoid of substantial meaning?