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Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; "''Round Midnight,"
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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour
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find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her
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“Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death”
— The Priestess of Panormita, Aleister Crowley.
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…she is so melancholy, so careless with herself. She is bruised everywhere.
– Joy Williams, from “The Excursion,” The Visiting Privilege: New and Selected Stories (Vintage, 2016)
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
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“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.”
— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via lonehands)
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