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Simone de Beauvoir, Diary of a Philosophy Student
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Stone”
@tragiclore, I used to be in love
Does Jesus love me even though I'm trans
the lord transitions from cloud to flesh, from old to new, from this life to the next. of course he loves you, he knows how you feel like no one else can
regarding the lent self harm incident from the other day: aren't there forms of self harm that are pleasing to god? think of how acceptable it used to be to flay or whip yourself for penence
"i hate your sacrifices"
Nikos Kazantzakis, from The Saviors of God
Text ID: I am not good, I am not innocent, I am not serene. My happiness and unhappiness are both unbearable; I am full of inarticulate voices and darknesses; I wallow, all blood and tears, in this warm trough of my flesh. I am afraid to talk. I adorn myself with false wings; I shout, I sing and I weep to drown out the inexorable cry of my heart. I am not the light, I am the night; but a flame stabs through my entrails and consumes me. I am the night devoured by light.
Maggie Nelson, Bluets
John Koethe, from “The Late Wisconsin Spring”, North Point North: New and Selected Poems
mary oliver, upstream
Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)
[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]
musings on poetry Anne Sexton, Victoria Chang, Carl Sandburg, Carl Sandburg, Richard Blanco, Henrik Edoyan, Anne Sexton, Czeslaw Milosz, Richard Blanco, Mary Oliver
Sylvia Plath
I am exhausted, scared, incompetent, unenergetic, and generally low in spirits.