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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
Nobuyoshi Araki, Dead Reality, 2016
“ The intruder “ © Sammy Slabbinck 2021
I do think that it is hard for me to share myself with everyone. My introspection and queer thoughts always make me feel no one will understand –
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940-1956 — Ann Davidow-Goodman, 20th May 1951
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see you in your dreams (a threat)
Anna Akhmatova, An inscription on a book
[tr: I speak as from under ruins, / Shriek as from under cold stones; / As if in quicklime I'm burning / In the stinking cellar-tomb.]
He has hidden from himself Hidden in his own shadow.
— Vasko Popa, Selected Poems, transl by Anne Pennington, (1969)
Me and my girl don’t argue she knocks me out and chains me to a pipe in a derelict bathroom and I cut my foot off with a handsaw
Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
Rumi
Clarice Lispecto