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“Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant or we are incalculably precious and interesting.”

— Marilynne Robinson, “Austerity as Ideology”

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“Her voice is so sad. Then she starts turning into a bird, the way she always does,”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Tent,” originally published c. February 2006

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over.reacting . to ‘nothing,’nothing. or it s. ce dosnt trust you. and eithers .,,all your fault (overreacting to nothing and ruining their night or reacting so often they no longer trust you, both are the worst option and it’s all you’re capable of doing. overbearing and overemotional. no person wants someone this involved in their emotional state constantly bothering them. this is why darling always hated you. it was your fault, for being this way. he was just pushed to his natural limit. this one’s going to start pulling out your feathers soon too. they hate you.)

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they w wnt tell me anything ce needs helpa and tce wont say any why is it beinghidden di d i do something wrong ws i not good enough doesce not tru st me anymore dd ce desicde never to bother me again was itbecause us was t because m e imppleeding to help an d ces till thinks iwont

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I guess this new body takes some getting used to

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nothing is alive. you clutch your throat and wrist but can’t find your pulse. the wind is blowing but nothing moves

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you’re bleeding out in a field on a summer day, you lose consciousness as the sun sets.

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little lion man / mumford & sons

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ok to rb

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*m mads great,i LOVEhim bu t i know himbetter and hes gonn.forget. leave it somewher dumb and theyre gonnna get him and get gtn his head an d find the worsft wways he thought a bt how theymight punsh him and HURT HIM, an nnon e nows what t DO ab outTHat....IWANN SAVE HIM WHAT OD I DO

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the path is long and the forest is deep. you have a long way to go before you come out the other side– are you sure you want to leave? You could make a home here, you know.

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Earthheart

Oh love of loves-

Who has left you lain to rot?

Detritus

Collected at the bottom of a

Heart flown on to sweeter groves

And I, ploughing under,

Perhaps to pull forth new

Germ in a season

Perhaps to stir the dirt

And conjure false images

Of catchless comfort to

Comfort me

Your sprouts wilting,

Crumpled,

Returned to the tender mud

I must try again.

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make yourself beautiful or leave yourself plain– either way, to be seen is to suffer. embroider yourself and await the needle. accept the eyes that will rest on you like birds on a wire, comfortable for them and crawling for you. take up your skin and tan it lovely, soft, or leave it in its roughest state and feel fires of scorn scorch the ugliness you have not tucked away. write wrath in the mirror and wait for it to move you– your choices do not matter. you are. and there is no existence without perception, and no perception without pain. 

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when I unravel it is like a cobweb collapsing under the weight of morning dew; pendulous morning stretches and each little mist catches my threads until I sag– and stretch– and break to white-waving strings flagging my surrender. I must wait till night to rework my web; I cannot weave under all these eyes.