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“A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.” ― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous.

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On Finding the Freedom to Rage Against Our Fathers, Minda Honey

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Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”

[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”

[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]

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"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

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on the self

mary oliver a thousand mornings \\ marc chagall blue lovers (1914) \\ jean-paul sartre nausea

kofi

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North Country, Mary Oliver//Holly Warburton

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What I want.

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todays bits of my heart

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- Beau Taplin

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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

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"Saying Your Names" by Richard Siken, Crush