“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky

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“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
I can't help but fall, whether it's for your words Or your blade.
i have never faked my love for a single soul and that's why i take betrayal so personally
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Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
Huang O, from a poem titled "To The Tune Of Plucking A Cinnamon Branch,," featured in Women Poets of China
My only relief was to bleed out and consume, again.
and again..
-Marley Bloodrose
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What you do in private, shows in public. Reading shows in a conversation. Your diet shows in energy. Your discipline shows in confidence. Your focus shows in your results. You are what you cultivate when no one is watching. Prioritize your time & focus on discipline/consistency.
Salma Deera, from a poem titled "a girl makes a decision: part 2," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems
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Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone”, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
— Zen Shin Talks
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.