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i i i i | _,,o,,_ | i i // ヘ \ i i / i i ヘ i ゚⌒゚⌒゚l⌒゚⌒゚ i | . i ∧_∧ | | (´・ω・`) | | i i ⊂ ⊃ し | | しーJ i |
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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Sylvie Le Bon-de Beauvoir quoted in Simone de Beauvoir: A Biography
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and nothing helps, no amount of rest, no green teas, no walks in nature. I bleed on paper and it smells like roses, roses full of thorns, thorns digging into my chest, and I bleed on paper. And the next morning, I find the words too cringe and the roses look like dried blood, clotted into me, heart full of clots. And the night comes again, and you ask me how I am. I tell you nothing helps, not the walks, not the teas, no rest. And I bleed on paper.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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reassurance kink bc my brain makes me feel unlovable
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careful listening to music in the fall it might become a memory
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does anyone understand my curse
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Joanna Glenn, from her novel titled "All My Mothers," originally published in 2021
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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"
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Charles Bukowski, "assault," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
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Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"
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