May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost
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Mike Driver

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May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton
doomed
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. 1951, featured in The Collected Letters
I dont think i was ment to be loved i was created to be a pathetic gay pig to get kicked in the head by a donkey until i diee fuck this life
Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley”
women in stem. women in root. women in leaf.
via
OH OKAY......
you can't avoid your way into a life you love
i’m so lost and alone.
tonight’s feeling
She felt like she were suffocating. Her heart started pounding. Beating faster and faster. She could hear it.
She could see the steps. The gravel. The hedges.
It was so—open.
Art for Manacled by @senlinyu
if u are reading this, i’m sending u lots and lots of love, stay safe
late night reminder to self: your depressive episode will not last forever. it will have an end. tonight will not be the end of you.
“I felt so guilty admitting that I was sad, that I was hurting. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I didn’t think my life was bad enough to feel that way. Maybe I felt undeserving of sadness. It was pretty ironic, in any case. That’s why I didn’t talk about it much. I couldn’t bear to see the expression of disdain on someone else’s face. I couldn’t bear the judgement.”
— Sue Zhao
my 15 year old brother telling me about this girl he met
“I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year?..Two years ago?..What would she think of me now?”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals