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Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998

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[dashaenka]

[teensofstyle]

hard feelings/loveless / lorde

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https://thenewinquiry.com/blog/social-media-is-not-self-expression/

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“You have survived so much that no one remembers. And you still spread warm rain on all your overgrown lots. And you still get dressed in the morning. You still open wide for the sun.” 

‘When the Ghosts Come Ashore: Things I should Say to Myself in the Mirror or Things I Would Say to the City of St. Louis if it Could Hear Me,’ Jacqui Germain

[genterie]

Valentina Muntoni

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“… I love you. I wish we were real.”

— Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’: Brother Dennis Farrell, 28th March 1963 (via words-and-coffee)

[niceaf]

Falling // Harry Styles

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[redrola]

[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

david shrigley

[inkskinned]

The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.

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Funeral, Phoebe Bridgers

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