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Francesco Paolo Hayez

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i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

virgin-martyr

“It’s not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark.”

— Shirley Jackson, excerpt from The Haunting of Hill House

luthienne

“I didn’t know I was changing my life — / that I would have done anything, / that what was left of me would become / so ruthless to survive.”

— Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “What Remains Grows Ravenous”

godsopenwound

— Traci Brimhall, “You Said the Lambs Were Ready” from Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod

satanfemme

[Text ID: I swear I prayed to feel / only good / desires, but the “I” in every new poem is / Judas or Eve. End ID]

1cafezinho

bringing this energy into 2021

text:

03/01/21

and i will cut and bleed, i will, i will, i will until i have reclaimed this body for myself, until i am so fully mine nothing else can touch me and i will recognize myself in every mirror and every picture and i will love and i will trust that the world is filled with love and beauty despite it all and i will cherish my own capacity for love and I will sit in it from time to time until it covers me completely. and then i will get up and go on, i will always go on, i will. and i will love myself deeply and i will find the words at some point. and i'll keep trying even if sometimes i forget. and life will be filled with art and love and feeling and hope. and i will create it for myself.