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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

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i root for you...i love you...! you you you YOU. . . . i root for you. i love you. you. you. youuuuuuuuuiROOT for youuuuu i love you, you you you. you. you. you. you i ROOT for you. i love you! you, you, you.

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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I have a responsibility to be kind to myself after everything I've been thru tbh

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Quotes and Excerpts that Haunt Me On A Daily Basis

(even though no one asked)

If you want to enjoy the rewards of being loved, you also have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

—Tim Kreider, I Wrote This Book Because I Love You: Essays

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn’t matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling. You have no idea what. It’s not about them. To be seen is the penalty.

— Anne Carson, Red Doc>

I don't want to be a person.

I want to be unbearable.

— Anne Carson

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? 

And I said, Where can I put it down?

— Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God 

I wanted to turn to wax and melt away. I wanted to erase every wrong cell of my body. It felt so bad to be alive in that moment [...] 

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Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could possibly be is in a tunnel far under the cool, dark earth. Someone asks me a question and I stare at them, empty-faced, my brain jammed up with how hard I'm trying to find something interesting to say. And in the end, all I can do is nod or shrug, because the light of their eyes looking at me, waiting for me, is just too much to take. [...] So I stand on the edge of things, crossing my fingers, praying nobody will try to look me in the eye.

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Watching people is a good hobby, but you have to be careful about it. You can’t let people catch you staring at them. If people catch you, they treat you like a first-class criminal. And maybe they’re right to do that. Maybe it should be a crime to try to see things about people they don’t want you to see.

— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

No one is watching. 

Why does it have to be beautiful? 

You, in pain, are no closer to god than

You, in the drive thru or

You, checking your email or

You, holding your own hand. 

— Elle Emerson, Regarding the Röttgen Pietà

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Marilyn Monroe photographed by Sam Shaw in Amagansett, New York, 1957. 

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-_- 🧋🕶 ugh whatever all suffering is an opportunity for growth in some way. eventually. after you survive it

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@ exquisiteparadox

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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Siempre hay algo auténtico oculto en toda falsificación.

Claire

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YOU ARE YOUNG AND YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO BE A PERSON ⭐️ 1) Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón (2015) / 2) Katrin Lillenthal // 3) At the Kitchen Sink by Camille. A. Balla // 5) From this Ask Polly 6) Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (2019) // 7) NASA // 8) The Diaries 1910 - 1923 by Franz Kafka // 9) this photo here // 10) Blue Horses poems by Mary Oliver

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vladimir nabokov’s first letter to his future wife, véra (26 july 1923)

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green house

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Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horse.”