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"I can't tell you any stories," I say, "because I've got this gap. There's an empty chasm between me and everybody else. I wave my arms about inside it but I can't get hold of anything, I shout into it but no one hears: it's total emptiness."

"In those situations I sing…"

– Italo Calvino, from “Wind in a City,” Numbers in the Dark and Other Stories (Vintage, 1996)

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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

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whenever I go out in public I feel like such an outsider like was I ever meant to be human? can I go back home?

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“I am tired of being human,”

— Mary Szybist, from Granted: Poems; “In Tennessee I Found a Firefly,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I wanted to talk about it

& you’d rather look away

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ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD !!!

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My heart so broke that I could beg for affection

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I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter

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all you following this blog are sick fucking people