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If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing
Wendell Berry
Showering has become an obsessiv habit of mine
but there are certain stains you can't wash off with water and soap
im a woman. i love religious imagery and psychoanalysis.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
the reason i like staying up late so much is because between the hours of 1am-5am, the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me. i could stare at my wall for 4 hours and there would be no consequences. it’s so silent and calm. i love it
normalize being an angel. purity. descended from heaven. a saint. light of your life. divine spirit. grace and beauty.
I died a long time ago.
Nothing can touch me now
Carrie's favorite poem
If I'm ever going to have children I'm going to tell them that this is Mary
Cynthia Cruz, from “Diagnosis,” The Glimmering Room.
I crave attention but at the same time I despise being perceived
The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter
at least once a day you should read a poem that slices you clean in half. and then you go to the post office or something
Rainer Maria Rilke, The First Elegy