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717words · 16 hours
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lilyflxwers · 1 month
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i. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / ii. As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980, Susan Sontag / iii. Suddenly, It's December, Margaux Paul / iv. Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi / v. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde / vi. The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857, Gustave Flaubert / vii. unknown / viii. @inanotherunivrse / ix. @violentcherries / x. Heaven, Mieko Kawakami (thank u @aworsening for attaching the sources)
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lovely-abeille · 1 year
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glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector
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s0larize · 5 months
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vryk0laka5 · 1 month
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On friendship breakups
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darkpoetrynprose · 9 months
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“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
― Jamie Anderson
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 6 months
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bebs-art-gallery · 11 months
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Anguish | The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne
— by August Friedrich Schenk
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colouredyoublu · 1 month
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my heart is aching and i miss you terribly
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loveelizabeths · 1 month
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love is what we choose to remember.
love elizabeth s.
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lithium-poet · 5 months
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unknown // instagram, geloy concepcion // unknown // in the event this doesn't fall apart, shannon lee barry // oh earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // instagram, geloy concepcion // riko (aribachi) // a grief observed, c.s.lewis // jamie anderson // @sarakleign // macbeth, william shakespeare // unknown // bright dead things, ada limòn // would've could've should've, taylor swift // dark paradise, lana del rey // haunted, dean gioia // fourth of july, sufjan stevens // perfumebathing // unknown // growing around grief, lois tonkin
𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
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youlooklikedead · 28 days
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Klaus Hargreeves and David J. "Dave" Katz + Grief Is Love With No Place To Go
The Great Believers by Rebecca Makkai | Every Day by David Levithan | The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes and Visible Desperation by Ocean Vuong | The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan | What The Living Do by Marie Howe
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Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
- John Keats
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s0larize · 4 months
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darkpoetrynprose · 9 months
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“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”
― Ranata Suzuki
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