solemn-sentiments
Solemn Sentiments
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Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit
Heavy Dirty Soul - Twenty One Pilots
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It will in fact get better. And then worse. And then better. Then the best it can get. Then worse. Then the worst it can get. And then better. Hope this helps
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I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace
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You have a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Sometimes, I forget how I've lived. Despite a past filled with heart-wrenching experiences, I lose sight of how I endured. The present feels suffocating, and I often wonder how I've been holding on. How did I bear such burdens of pain? Was it truly me, or am I carrying memories of someone else?
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Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020
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Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”
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it's late january
no later than 8am
the birds sit quietly on my windowsill
the early morning sun
filters in through the blinds
your breathing is even next to me
the pit in my stomach is unraveling
bit by bit
and i no longer feel alone
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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”
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“Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence – of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire – yes, a burning fire unquenchable.”
— Daphne Du Maurier, from The Doll: The Lost Short Stories
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clarice lispector why this world: a biography of clarice lispector \\ fernando pessoa i have more souls than one: i see boats moving (tr. jonathan griffin)
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I want to be small, smaller, a tiny little thing.
A little mouse hidden in a crack.
Let me be small, let me hide in the cracks I feel opening up in me. I can't bear to have them seen.
For today only, please, please let me be small.
Let me hide.
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