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Edna St. Vincent Millay | What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why

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Sidney Sheldon, "The Other Side of Midnight"

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Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep.”

— Unknown

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Forever a "I understand" with a constant heavy heart.

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Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

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Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother

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sha'ir mehwesh, berried wounds and other gifts to ishmael

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I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know.

Catherynne M. Valente

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FOR MOTHER @obsessed-w-bubble-gum-and-girls

NOTHING ELSE

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‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’

Words by Clementine Von Radics