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and then she disappeared
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“I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.”
Susan Sontag I, etcetera
just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense
my childhood is so far away and it's ancient history but also it was just yesterday. i am both an adult and i turned 5 years old today. the past is the past but it is also the present and it chokes me with everything i do remember and everything that i don't know. i walk into the bathroom and i see a child staring back and they are crying. i'm crying too.
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Extracting the Stone of Madness”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
“How sad that everything has to change, yet what a relief, too”
— John Ashbery, from “Words to That Effect”, Quick Question: Poems (via soracities)
Vicente Aleixandre, from Sound of the War; A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems, 1979
WINTER GHOSTS by Sean Fitzgerald.
“I Don’t Want To Get Involved In This”
Guido van der Werve
“I cannot help but isolate myself, and so I am aware that I will be apologizing constantly for the rest of my life; it is a horrible feeling.”
— Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
“God, if you’re a thing with ears: please, please.”
— The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (via wellconstructedsentences)
Andrei Farcasanu.
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