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The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “The Kingfisher.” Owls and Other Fantasies

[goodreadss]

“It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.”

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[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.]

[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.]

[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.]

[soracities]

It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[richylicious02]

I love you too much it hurts.

[oditorie]

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and there is peace when you no longer wait for anyone or anything. you’re done, finally done with all those expectations and hopes.

[inversedlines]

That’s the way I fall for him

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[richylicious02]

So good at hurting me, A. So good. : (

[toiich]

"The Bite" (1914) — Edvard Munch

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Maybe I asked for too much