I'm Still Here

[violet-swing]

Love hasn’t been kind to me.

[derangedrhythms]

I was not careful. I was reckless, headlong. He was another knife, I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for.

Madeline Miller, from ‘Circe’

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[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”

Text ID: But I—What am I but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured me, gnawed out my inner self.

[sweatermuppet]

from ought by molly brodak, published in a little middle of the night

[Text ID: well... define hurt. Because I can't tell if I'm dull to it or if it is just everywhere. /End ID]

[luthienne]

...no words could be bitter enough, no day could be long enough. There is just no end to it. Disappointment. I eat and drink it. I wake and sleep it.

Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead

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everything you love will die in your arms and it will be your fault

[foxesjostens]

planet of love !

[tolerateit]

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

[wedarkacademia]

[ojibwa]

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from "Extreme Girlhood", Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[tristealven]

“I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.”

— David Wojnarowicz, from Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration (via unpetalled)

[siickangel]

so much love

[chillpotato]

- Olga Tokarczuk, from 'Drive Your Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead' [translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones]

[honlie]

“Everyone arrives one day and asks, is this it? And the stars answer back with more stars.”

— Victoria Chang, poet. 

[heartshop]

‘Attachment and the Defence Against Intimacy’, Linda Cundy