Heather Havrilesky (Ask Polly) | Mary Oliver

It’s the Devil I love, Paul Ranson

Stray light, Clarissa M Bonet

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]

Alive at the End of the World, Saeed Jones

(via violentwavesofemotion)

Text ID: So, I thought I had to become more than / I was, more than I'd been. / but that wasn't it. It seemed rather that / something had to go. Something had to / be let go of.

[ID:  Do you like me?

Mom says I love

you every time I 

ask if she likes me.

  This is a short story, it begins with a womb and ends with rage filled 

     love, it begins with a screaming and raging evening and ends with a

     heavy silence at the dinner table. My mother loves me, and there is

     nothing more to say. I love my mother, and there is nothing more to 

     say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday. And there is

     nothing more to say. 

   -Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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2020

Norway, 1968.

Lisa Anne Auerbach - Take This Knitting Machine and Shove It

by chasingtheshiftinglight