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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; âYou are flying home todayâ
there's nothing wrong with girls who come back from the dead stronger than they were before & they eat human flesh now. like it's normal it happens all the time
i love you spatial horror i love you fucked up houses i love you neverending corridors i love you doors that lead nowhere i love you something evil under the floorboards i love you architecture that doesnt make sense
âIn love I have too little faith and too little courage⌠But I am easily hurt and afraid of being hurt, and to protect oneself in this way is the death of all love. For real love one needs courage.â
â Ludwig Wittgenstein, Nachlass, MS 132 (22 October 1946)
forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again
I wish i was different i wish it all was different . *cleans and does laundry *
Le Monde vivant (Eugène Green, 2003)
Franny Choi, from âUnlove Poem,â American Poetry Review, May 2022
good morning. itâs time to change the narrative
- November 25, 1914
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: November 25. Utter despair, impossible to pull myself together; only when I have become satisfied with my sufferings can I stop. End ID]
Natalie DĂaz, from "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word", Postcolonial Love Poem
"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease
to sleep? perchance to fucking sleep?
when the only place you fit in is your bed
why are you so depressed?
pretty sure itâs the depression