[kitduckworth]

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

St. Hildegard von Bingen (1098 - 1179)

[heavensghost]

words from we hug now by sydney rose

[vexheart]

[raveezus]

⠀

[vexheart]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— R. Arnold

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[goyangi-deactivated20251013]

the goal for this year and for every year is to be kind and also to stop being scared of literally everything

[sittinthere]

and to exist with myself

[deviika]

Alice Notley // Warsan Shire

[kosmogrl]

[sittinthere]

grief is a stronger emotion than i am

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I need to look like a person again. I'm sick of looking like a kicked dog, because that resemblance makes people want to kick you, or look away, or ask questions like who kicked you and why don't you look like a person?

If I could look like a person right now, I would be doing it. Questions don't help. I need options.

A haunted doll could work. I could dig my collection out of my parents' basement, brush off the dust and study their frilly, composed gloom. I can copy it. It worked when I was young. But dolls can shatter, and I'm taller now. I'll mirror a willow tree, swaying in the wind and growing. People don't mind the weeping a willow does because you can get shade and poetry and medicine from the tree. That'll do.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Fortesa Latifi; everything there is

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[sittinthere]

all the flowers &

memories fade,

all there is left to hold is

hollowness of your promises

[two-bees-poetry]

[kiragecko]

[Image shows a poem with a space down the middle. The poem can be read in full, or either side can be read separately. The left side is titled, "lady macbeth", and the right side is titled, "macbeth".

Together they read,

i love you you have transformed me with strange tenderness and i am the monster that startles me in the mirror. and i have come full circle. i cannot allow this. this is me, myself as I was destined to be from my birth. so soft it hurts.

The lady macbeth side reads,

i love you with strange tenderness that startles me and i cannot allow myself to be so soft

The macbeth side reads,

you have transformed me and i am the monster in the mirror. i have come full circle. this. this is me, as I was destined from my birth. it hurts.

End ID.]