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"That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.

And how much."

-The God of Small Things

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I am angry. We should all be angry. Anger has a long history of bringing about positive change.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

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David Foster Wallace

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Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛

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it just so hard scaremongering to the modern peasant class 💀

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— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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Then it didn't.

FLEABAG (2016) Created by Phoebe Waller-Bridge

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Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"

- Sylvia Plath

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In trauma one moves forward into a situation that one has little capacity to imagine; and that’s why it shatters whatever one had that was prospective or experiential in the past. Whatever prospective consolations one brought to that experience. And being shattered, one struggles to put together the pieces, so to speak, of the psyche, and to balance that need to reconstitute oneself with the capacity to take in the experience. Something tells one, or one becomes partly aware, that if one doesn’t take in some of it one is immobilized by the numbing, that the numbing is so extreme, in that kind of situation. But this is not a logical process, and it’s not a conscious process primarily. So one is inwardly or unconsciously struggling with how to cohere and how to absorb and in some measure confront what one has had thrust upon one, what one has been exposed to. And that’s what trauma is all about.

Cathy Caruth, Interview with Robert Jay Lifton

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"Tired" by Langston Hughes.

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i fucking love being at home

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REFUSAL TO MOURN

In lieu of flowers, send him back.

ANDREA COHEN

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for the new house by Ursula K. Le Guin

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A web weave of some kind. On longing, on grief, on trying to move on

May Sarton, "Of Grief“, Selected Poems // julykings // bun0nthemoon // ell-hs // Maya Angelou, “Starvation” from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou // taohun // ylbrecht // Rebecca Sugar // Audrey Niffenegger, from ‘The Time Traveller's Wife’