Courage, Dear Heart.

Many are the stars I see Yet in my eye no star as thee.

[metamorphesque]

The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, “Dear Life”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart

[actualized-animal]

[ID: Text reading: “To have spent my life holding my hands in tightly hidden fists. To try to understand what it would mean, now, to hold them open. I have always felt ashamed at being witnessed in the act of wanting something I could not have.” The last sentence is underlined. End ID.]

[weltenwellen]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Lina A.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Kait Rokowski, from "The Civil Guillotine" in So Much For the Mercy Kill

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate”, Devotions

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[weltenwellen]

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

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

[weltenwellen]

“Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”

— Richard Siken, Editors Page: The Long and the Short of It

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, from “On Diminishment”, The Nightfields

[feral-ballad]

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “For the dinner table”

[mournfulroses]

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

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken

[khachkars]

The Hurting Kind - Ada Limón

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma