Katherine Mansfield, from Journal of Katherine Mansfield.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Katherine Mansfield, from Journal of Katherine Mansfield.
there must be something rotten inside
I have to urge to just fucking scream at the top of my lungs because of how fucked I am mentally
“It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I have spent my life conditioned to think in extremes.
When I am sad I am desolate.
When I am happy I am overjoyed.
The joy never outweighs the despair. I don’t think it ever will
Do you think the pain will ever stop?
I don’t think it ever can.
Ocean Vuong, from “Dear Peter.” [ID in alt text]
Things haunt, Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries
Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
"Tomorrow needs you."
But does it?
I have no connections anymore.
I contribute not.
Tomorrow needs something, and I am nothing.
And I will be more of nothing, still --
s i l e n c e.
Nothing left but words lost to a fucking blog.
V.R.