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— Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” from Deaf Republic (via lunamonchtuna)

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— David Foster Wallace , from “The Pale King.”

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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre  

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry dated 27 March 1922 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-1923

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- j (x)

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Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo

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Flowers only, and the moonlight coloured May.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

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Diane Wakoski, Toward A New Poetry

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instructions for the journey by Pat Schneider

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— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)

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april morning by Jonathan Wells

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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Your soul knows. It will tell you when it's time to distance yourself from those who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally, physically, or energetically.