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instagram.com/bonjoursimonleclerc

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deleting files makes me so scared what if i Needed That

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Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics

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A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis

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A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

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Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

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“[...] she gave a single, long, full-throated howl, as if she wanted to rid herself at once of all the cries that pain had stored up in her.”

— Albert Camus, The First Man, trans. David Hapgood

“I jerked huffing in air to holler, but the scream got stuck, just added itself onto the large round scream that all my life had been assembling in my chest. It felt like a huge lump of cold clay. Someday I was gonna holler so long, glass would shatter and walls explode.”

— Mary Karr, Lit: A Memoir

“She’s going to scream, I thought. And it’ll be something real. Something we have to chain up in the backyard and feed with bloody steaks.”

— Tiffany McDaniel, Betty

— Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

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The Course of Empire is a series of five paintings created by the English-born American painter Thomas Cole between 1833 and 1836, which depicts the growth and fall of an imaginary city. The Course of Empire comprises the following works: The Course of Empire – The Savage State (1); The Arcadian or Pastoral State (2); The Consummation of Empire (3); Destruction (4); and Desolation (5).

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The Odyssey: Ulysses Tempted by the Sirens by Karl Sisson

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Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

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— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Is there no way out of the mind?]

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These lines (first from the films, thereafter from the books) taught me something profoundly essential about how to be there for a friend, a lover, or a loved one when they are consumed by despair, weighed down by grief, or overwhelmed by the weight of mental torment. It taught me that some burdens are sacredly personal; untransferable tasks that each of us must face in our own time and way.

Yet, while we cannot take their pain or carry their burden for them (no matter how much we wish we could), there is something else we can do. While we cannot lift their burden, we can lift them. We can carry their weary body, their weary heart, as they bear the weight of their pain. In doing so, we offer them a sanctuary — a place of care and safety, where they can begin to confront their hurt without the fear of being alone in its gaze.

While the pain may be theirs to bear, the journey through it need not be traveled in solitude.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, I love you.

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not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual