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—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper

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Pain makes me tired. My body needs to rest, but it’s more than that. I’m exhausted by feigning comfort, and I don’t want to translate what’s going on inside me, even for my friends.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Pestilence”

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Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Musings Before Sleep”

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Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Lucky Fish: Poems: “Foosh”

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Being sensitive is a strength—it means you feel deeply. But unkindness? That’s a choice, and a sad one.

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to the person in the bell jar...

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath’ / Vilhelm Hammershøi / Nicole Krauss, from ‘The History of Love’ / Ramon Casas / Joy Harjo, from ‘Speaking Tree’ / D S (saatchiart) / Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Idiot’ / Aleardo Terzi / Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’

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how alone I was among these people,

July 18, 1903 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

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Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”

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❤️

🫶✨♥️

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normalise doing things for people you care about without expecting anything in return.

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