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suffocated

Margaret Atwood, from The Door: Poems; “Dutiful”

[Text ID: “I wanted to be on the river, or dancing, / but something had me by the back of the neck.”]

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pretty when i cry ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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What respect and envy I have for people who know how to organize their heads, or who know how to organize their feelings, I am driven by the same devil, and I am furious, and I am depressed, and I am in love, and I am horny, and I am in love of the earth and yet I dedicate poems and sighs to the moon, and I am a poet, and I am a whore, and a murderer, and I am holy, and I am pure, and I am white roses and lace, and I love life but I am disgusting unfaithful with the death (it's not my fault he started flirting with me), and I am a woman, and sometimes I am a man, and I am, and I am not.................

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I write, because I talked to people and they belittled my feelings.

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life is so much better when you have a work of fiction to obsess over

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“Besides, readers aren’t viewers; they recognize their pleasure as different from that of being entertained. Once you’ve pressed the on button, the TV goes on, and on, and on, and all you have to do is sit and stare. But reading is active, an act of attention, of absorbed alertness—not all that different from hunting, in fact, or from gathering. In its silence, a book is a challenge: it can’t lull you with surging music or deafen you with screeching laugh tracks or fire gunshots in your living room; you have to listen to it in your head. A book won’t move your eyes for you the way images on a screen do. It won’t move your mind unless you give it your mind, or your heart unless you put your heart in it. It won’t do the work for you. To read a story well is to follow it, to act it, to feel it, to become it—everything short of writing it, in fact. Reading is not “interactive” with a set of rules or options, as games are; reading is actual collaboration with the writer’s mind. No wonder not everybody is up to it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, “Staying Awake”

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Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “The Therapist Asks Me, “What Are You Afraid Of?””

[Text ID: “The remembering hurt / more than the living because shame dials / in. You hearing me? I was naive enough / to think I could control a life. Even mine.”]

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annalaura_art on twt

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how I feel when I meet him FR

obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)

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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Poppies”

[Text ID: “My body is a bruise, purpled with loss. / I am tired of swallowing your name, / finding ink on each of your shirts, / red petals in the pages of books.”]

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Starting to think this is true, love that I'm gonna get some free time for figuring my shit out

— Mary Lambert

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I'd hate to do that, I hope I make you live love laugh

How to Maintain Eye Contact, Robert Wood Lynn

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idk seems like a cage to me if you ask, going on growing on pre-set paths for you, with room to change but you can't access it unless you're rebellious enough

Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

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