“When I reread what I've written, 1 feel like I'm swallowing my own vomit.”

—Clarice Lispector, Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

“and when i am alone at night, crippling with the pain of my loneliness, who do i turn to? who must i go to, to empty the void in my heart?”

—sulasnsleep

“you’re the only person left, so hold me.”

—ur so pretty, wasia project

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

—Robert Frost

"there is a poem

scratched onto the walls of my throat

no one has heard it but it is there"

- Kai Cheng Thom, from a place called NO HOMELAND”

“My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?”

—Amy Lowell, from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell; "The Fruit Garden Path,"

"Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again."

—Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden

“But when she was scared, she was a child again, and she was more afraid of being a child again than anything else in her life.”

—Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #2)

"I was so desperate to be understood that I would grab people and shove them inside my heart-where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time I felt anything."

—Eliot Knight

“Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

"I was a very lonely child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is ‘starved’. I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it."

—Carol Lee, To Die For

“Come on outside, I got a place we can hide

Nobody knows, I just wanna feel alright”

—her’s, dorthy

“please consider me a dream”

—Franz Kafka

“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.”

—Sir Anthony Hopkins

“have mercy on my soul. i am not weak, but the heart should never be burdened beyond what it can handle.”

— sulasnsleep

“and when i grow old and tired, do not leave me. hold me, hold my heavy soul, and rock me until the sun sets and the air turns crisp.”

— sulasnsleep

stop. stop. it is not just the women and children of gaza. it is not just the mothers. it is also the men. the fathers, the uncles, the vendor, the neighbor, the barber. stop dehumanising them. they are also being killed. they are also being bombed. they are also losing loved ones. palestinians are also losing their fathers and brothers. stop it. stop erasing the pain and suffering of palestinian men. they deserve our love, care and voice just as much as the women and children do.