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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

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“As adults, we try to develop the character traits that would have rescued our parents.”

— Alain de Botton

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I know what it is to let someone cut my voice from my throat & leave my smile intact

— Seema Reza, from “Help,” A Constellation of Half-Lives

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910

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Mushroom Brains

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To be honest, I am terrified of lovers who come without baggage. Where do you come from? Where have you packed your stuff? Where did you leave it? Why is it not here? What are you hiding?

— Koleka Putuma, from “Twenty-One Ways of Leaving,” Collective Amnesia

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babe i really can’t talk right now i’m in the middle of pacing around the house while listening to music

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“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

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"Who Remembers the Armenians?" by Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish / "Who Remembers the Palestinians?" by Armenian writer Sophia Armen

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Averno, Louise Glück

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“I tempt you. I blush. There are things unbearable.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions 

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How long can you lick a wound before the taste of blood no longer scares you.

Sonya Vatomsky, “Spring Flowers,” from Salt Is for Curing

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Brute, Emily Skaja

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This is the world, friend, where they have money for war but can’t feed the poor.

— Mosab Abu Toha, et al, from "Ceasefire Cento," published by Vox Populi

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Part of her being charming is because she’s completely insane