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How does a poet become… a poet?

And what makes a poem… a poem?

- nongiftedpoet

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Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw

~ David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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her mouth tasted like cold coffee in the morning and leftover dark chocolate.

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

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But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?

- Mark Twain

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truth hurts so much more

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𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘

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”Men think about the Roman Empire” “What’s the female version of the Roman Empire” SHUT UPPPPP. SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP. AS A WOMAN I LOVE THE ROMAN EMPIRE. AS A WOMAN I LOVE ANCIENT HISTORY AND BATTLES AND POLITICAL INSTABILITY. THE “GIRL VERSION OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE” IS THE ROMAN EMPIRE. IM GOING TO STAB YOU 23 TIMES

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“I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence”.

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit.

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☽ 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 (x) ☾

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My life became private once I realized it’s not your enemies you gotta worry about.

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dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

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Suddently, you can't sleep, can't eat, can't do anything but think. Suddently you are sixteen again, wondering why you are not good enought.

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What would a poet be without love, madness, pain and misery?

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If I have to kill for you, I will;

And if I have to die for you, I won't complain.

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pain starts to feel like home when it happens constantly