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Soviétique desolation.

The nostalgia and melancholy of emigration that leaves a void within. A realization that you neither belong here, nor there.

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Photos from today’s walk 🌷

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“He hit me and it felt like a kiss” is everyone who’s been raised in an abusive household and confuses violence for love.

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A mother, or a self proclaimed martyr? The sweetness of your cruelty — a betrayal shaped as a sacred vow.

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If someone were to autopsy my body, I wonder what they would find.

Would I be like a hollow tree; deteriorated from chronic apathy, or will my organs have suffered necrosis from a lack of affection?

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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

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“Descendant of something monstrous” and it’s just a father’s daughter who’s paying for his sins.

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Ruth Awad, "Reasons to Live", You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World

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The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King, J.R.R Tolkien

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― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

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—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

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— Lina A.

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Virginia Woolf, from The Death of the Moth and other Essays; “Madame de Sévigné,”

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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

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Mary Oliver, from “I Worried”, Devotions