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– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
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~ Emily Dickson
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“are you okay” no bro i constantly feel like i am too much but simultaneously not enough
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where's that quote abt like. being embarrassed abt the thinness of ur life the way ur embarrassed by a threadbare piece of clothing. bc like yeah
Olivia Laing
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half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry
The other half is crying
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dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing
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they should invent a way for me to bear it
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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
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Cesar Vallejo, from a letter to Oscar Imana written c. January 1918
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Anna Akhmatova, from "Rachel" featured in "The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova" (trans by Judith Hemschemeyer)
H.D, from The Collected Poems: 1912-1944; "For Bryher and Perdita"
"The heart keeps sobbing in its sleep."
-Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, early October 1871
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Mary Oliver, "On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate" from Devotions
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“I have to be honest with you. I think about you a lot. All the time, actually. In the morning, at night, in the middle of my day. It’s you. It’s just always you.”
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Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.
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I have loved you in front of mountains, in the midst of busy city streets. I have loved you in the valleys and the hills, where the wild things sleep. I have loved you here and here and here. I think I always have. I think I always will.
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my favorite genre of man is one that is head over heels obsessed with his love interest that he can barely be in her presence without screaming crying or throwing up