Devin Kelly, from “The Old Catcher Considers the Failing of His Knees"
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Devin Kelly, from “The Old Catcher Considers the Failing of His Knees"
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this wound needs more salt
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Margaret Atwood, from “Late Poems”, Dearly
desire is suffering
you are not a lover you are not a yearner you have a big gaping hole in the middle of your chest and you don’t know how to fill it you live in a state of perpetual spiritual greed you are a glutton and bursting at the seams with putrid filth. btw.
I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth.
excerpt from "Love of the Wolf" by Hélène Cixous, trans. Eric Prenowitz
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Jenny Holzer.
getting over things is nonlinear. but you already knew that
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
Moms will just say the most hurtful shit off the cuff randomly like you'd need to get me to sit down for a whole day to formulate something as mean and they'll just do that shit off the dome
i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it