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Richard Siken, Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper

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How do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?

Richard Siken. (via theotherplath)

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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken

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the goldfinch (2019) // a primer for small weird loves, richard siken

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The Force is Strong

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bitch im triggered but let this be a reminder

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Moving on is when you think about him and don’t punish yourself for it, when he begins to evoke more of a scientific response than an emotional one, like “This is a 6’0” blonde-haired person who exists,” and not “This is a person I wish I’d never met; this is a person who has made me less of one.”

What Moving On Is Like

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That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.

Elizabeth Wurtzel (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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“I wanted to write about leaving. About leaving him. About leaving pain behind. I wanted to characterise it as an act of bravery; as an act of freedom. The writer in me wanted to turn it into something beautiful. But the truth is it wasn’t beautiful. It was just leaving, it was just leaving. It was just walking away with a throat full of pebbles and trying not to choke.”

— Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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I thought I wouldn’t live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Barbara Kingsolver // Prodigal Summer (via qvotable)

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We seem to be living in the age of anesthesia, and it’s no wonder. Confronted with the knowledge of dozens of apparently random disasters each day, what can a human heart do but slam its doors? No mortal can grieve that much. We didn’t evolve to cope with tragedy on a global scale. Our defense is to pretend there’s no thread of event that connects us, and that those lives are somehow not precious and real like our own. It’s a practical strategy, to some ends, but the loss of empathy is also the loss of humanity, and that’s no small tradeoff.

Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson

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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill. My body understood there was no safe place for me to be.

Barbara Kingsolver, “The Poisonwood Bible”

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The arc of history is longer than human vision. It bends. We abolished slavery, we granted universal suffrage. We have done hard things before. And every time it took a terrible fight between people who could not imagine changing the rules, and those who said, "We already did. We have made the world new." The hardest part will be to convince yourself of the possibilities, and hang on. If you run out of hope at the end of the day, to rise in the morning and put it on again with your shoes.

Barbara Kingsolver

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just in case we all forgot how insane the Cards Against Humanity people were

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