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If you lie about ramcoa, especially programming, actual survivors can spot it from 10 miles away. 👁️👁️
And stop fucking following me if you're a child. Log off.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”
missing you is this dull ache that never leaves
Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Timing”
[Text ID: “there is a hole in my heart / that is bearing your shapes / over and over”]
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952)
Human Acts, Han Kang (translated by Deborah Smith)
“So I have survived the struggle — so what now? I have survived — but for what?”
— Katharine Taylor Brennan, from The Personal Journal of an Ordinary Person
Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Duress”
Bluff, Danez Smith
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
“The poem begins not where the knife enters but where the blade twists. Some wounds cannot be hushed”
— Hanif Abdurraqib, The Prestige
Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]
All eyes on you