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Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

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R.M. Rilke, The Man Watching // Euripides, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson) // Oscar Wilde // Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life // @bitsbyt3s // Mary MacLane, "January 20", The Story of Mary MacLane // Trista Mateer // see 4 // @kafk-a // Olivia Laing, "Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be"

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what they did yesterday afternoon by Warsan Shire

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Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: A Guide to Self-Healing and Getting the Love You Missed

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herakles - euripides (tr. anne carson) //  aaron o’hanlon

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Limmy deleted best tweet of all time I'm so mad

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I am the structure of a house.

A fire is brushing deep in my basement.

It scratches against the walls and squeals where I sit.

Every tremble I make, another beam falls.

I am an ever burning fire,

and soon I will be reduced to ash,

and a barely audible cry.

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fatima aamer bilal, ‘i would leave me too if i could.’, from moony moonless sky.

[art acquired from pinterest]

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I feel as though I've just met you for the first time,

you have known me since conception.

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Lora Mathis

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song of the anti-sisyphus by Chen Chen

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I'm drawn to your eyes,

and I feel accomplished when you laugh.

I wish there was more to this.

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sorry for disappointing

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Charles Bukowski, "cancer," from Come On In!

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“You said I killed you— haunt me, then! Be with me always— take any form— drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”

Emily Brontë, from, “Wuthering Heights,” originally published in 1847

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October, Louise Glück

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Go ahead, kill yourself.

Kill me too while you're at it,

I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna tear my skin off,

and I'm going to brandish it towards you.

I will dangle it inches from your nostrils.

You will smell the blood, the tang of it on your tongue.

You'll watch the blood drip in rivets down my neck and to my heart

circling it and sinking in. A venom that grasps and clenches.

Fingertips grab hold of my face, they fall deep between the fiber of my muscles and veins.

Some snap and a scrape of bone against nail sends a shiver down your spine.

A bubble in your gut grabs hold of your face and forces your jaw open.

Kill yourself, kill yourself. Kill me too.

Stars appear in your eyes as our heads bang together. There's a dip in your eyes and in a blink,

you see my eyes gloss over. Do I have eyes anymore? You blink again. You're seeing double.

I want to rip the both of us to shreds. I want you to understand how much this hurts.

Fucking kill yourself. Fucking kill yourself, go ahead. Kill me. You're killing me. You want me dead.

Why the fuck do I ever care.