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Ink Artwork by Endre Penovác
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eauxna · 4 months
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True isolation is when everyone else is talking about their vibrant teenage experience and you’re like. I was just trying to survive
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tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)
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eauxna · 4 months
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Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness [...]
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath ⁠— 26th January 1958
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eauxna · 4 months
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some days I feel so terrible I dont know if i’ll be able to survive and some days I have so much hope for myself and the future that I feel like my heart will burst
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eauxna · 4 months
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I’m fine
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eauxna · 4 months
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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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eauxna · 4 months
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[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish
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eauxna · 5 months
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Letter with sketch, from Henri Matisse to his wife Mélo, 1912.
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eauxna · 5 months
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eauxna · 5 months
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Valles Marineris on Mars in Color © ESA
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eauxna · 5 months
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Molly Brodak, from “Mary”
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eauxna · 5 months
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tea time
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eauxna · 5 months
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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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eauxna · 5 months
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Notice the ways in which you use negativity as a defense mechanism.
Acknowledge what it is you are doing by disguising negativity as pragmatism and realism.
Know that reality is what remains when negativity is left alone and positivity is not relied upon.
You are free.
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eauxna · 5 months
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mary oliver, upstream
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eauxna · 5 months
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Oskar Laske - Garden at the Inn (ca. 1945)
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