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Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; “The Black Art”

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"The language of flowers and silent things."

– Charles Baudelaire, from Elevation; Fleurs Du Mal (tr. by William Aggeler), 1857

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"how do you get stuff done?" bitch with tears in my eyes 😭

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any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second

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horrors beyond my comprehension more like horrors beyond my articulation. i know exactly what it is but id never be able to explain it to anyone

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one booktok issue is wattpad/fanfic style books are so self-indulgent they lose meaning, so you wind up with readers of only these books thinking books like lolita are glorifying abuse because they literally cannot comprehend that someone would write a book about something they do not personally enjoy, and that main characters in a story are not always self inserts

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“(…) I’m speechless…what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

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“It is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.”

— Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)

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Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “We were missing a present”

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Talin Tahajian, “It’s November again” [ID in ALT]

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Wanderer above the sea of fog, Caspar David Friedrich, 1818

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the idiot, fyodor dostoevsky

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A kitchen is a research lab for new ways to say I love you

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Anaïs Nin, from Incest: From a Journal of Love

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Julien Baker- Happy to Be Here