Jenny

"I, like a river, have been diverted by the ruthless era. My life was switched. It flows into another channel, past strange lands, and I no longer recognize my shores" - Anna Akhmatova.

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they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

[mournfulroses]

John Yau, from "Borrowed Love Poems," featured in Boston Review (edited)

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “The Sixth Meditation: Faces of God”

[Text ID: We are animals haunted by love.]

[ryebreadgf]

how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

[perfectquote]

“When was the last time anyone ever told you how important you are?”

— Maya Angelou

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word", Postcolonial Love Poem

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[weltenwellen]

Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery

[perfectquote]

“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”

— Kathy B.

[perfectquote]

“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.”

— Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder

[perfectquote]

“We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.”

— Unknown

[perfectquote]

“One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.”

— Paulo Coelho

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: Nothing, nothing, nothing. Weakness, self-destruction, tip of a flame of hell piercing the floor. END ID]

[heavyrain-dc]

“Maybe you’re a lot more wonderful, beautiful and special than you ever give yourself credit for.”

— Unknown

[funeral]

Yves Olade, kaiein (to burn)

[theoptia]

João Guimarães Rosa, from Grande Sertão: Varedas

Text ID: The human heart—dark, dark.

[kafk-a]

“I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation.”

— Anna Kamienska, from In That Great River: A Notebook (tr. Clare Cavanagh)