feathersinthewind

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I never thought I’d ever have my freedom, / an age ago my maker was refusing me the pleasure of the view

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Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

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healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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turns out I’ll always carry my 15 year old self. silly me

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Σε κάθε σπίτι

υπάρχει μια άγνωστη μυστική σκάλα,

που θα σε πήγαινε, ίσως,

μακριά.

Αλλά την βρίσκεις, όταν δεν έχεις πια σπίτι.

-Τάσος Λειβαδίτης

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Sean Glatch, Pomegranate

[Text ID: “The denial: carving a wound to feel the wound you couldn’t feel. / You shouldn’t have to write elaborate metaphors in an attempt to feel the absence.”]

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Spider web collar.

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— Maya Angelou, “Faces” from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou

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Some day, maybe, I'll have my own home

and it will be warm, and light, and probably smell like cats and incense

I'll have bookshelves full of, ya books, but also games and mugs and plants and trinkets, and I'll have cabinets full of thrifted dishes,

And maybe it'll have nice dark hardwood floors, and I'll get to paint that walls cool fun colors, and there'll be big windows, and a porch

And i can hang tapestries from every ceiling i want, and put notes everywhere with affirmations and reminders and stupid silly jokes

And i can have big stuffed animals instead of pillows on a comfy worn couch, and i can hang sting lights in every room, and i could have curtians instead of doors if i want

And it will be mine, and it will be safe, and it will (hopefully) be welcoming

Maybe some day I'll have a home

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from letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke

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"'I have led a toothless life,' he thought. 'A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on--and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone. What's to be done?'"

-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (1945)

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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"Do I deserve this?" "Am I worthy of this?"

So irrelevant. Do you want it?

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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?