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Ack, tumblr searching sucks. Do you know where I can find your poem about standing out in the pavement, suddenly you're older, that you're where you never thought you'd get?

yes yes! poem link <3

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catch me admiring the dogwood trees as bitchily as possible

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That is not depression; you are just dramatic and bitchy

Sounds like someone needs a walk ❤️

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it will never not be funny to me that I can be curled up on the couch in a depressed little burrito, anguishing about life’s perils, decide to take myself on a walk and then by the time I get home again, I’m noticing pink dogwood petals get swept up in the wind, thinking the world ain’t too bad.

#journal

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01/02/2021* 43.398935, -80.482061

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I want to love you so well, your heart relaxes its shoulders all the way down; your body lets out the breath its been holding. I want my love to be such a safe place, the walls never shiver with sharp tongues or high volume. a love solid enough, when you count your worries for the day, our happiness sits miles from the list.

#poetry #love poems #poems

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excerpts from my newsletter on “analyzing the over-apology”

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excerpt from today’s newsletter, “analyzing the over-apology”

schuyler peck / instagram: hiitssky

#poetry #poems #spilled ink #quotes #mental health #anxiety #substack #poets on tumblr #schuyler peck

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Excerpt from the poem “Parts Of Me I Haven’t Met Yet (Part 1)” by Schuyler Peck (@schuylerpeck) , featured in her collection “You Look Like Hell” 🌙

#hmh #poetry #poems #schuyler peck #grief #quotes

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Not an ask but I've been following you for a while and I just wanted to tell you that I love your poems and they never fail to resonate with me. So thank you for that!

this made my day to receive, thank you so much :) <3

#sending you a big hug

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<3

schuyler peck (@schuylerpeck) can't get enough of my love \\ sanna wani \\ charles oluf olsen goal

kofi

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a peek inside my latest book, The Ghosts’ Share of Rent 👻❤️

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I let my nails grow longer than usual and spend the afternoon tapping them against my office desk, a coffee mug, digging my fingerprints into smooth apple skin. soon enough, I imagine a closet of crimson, thick black sunglasses, cigarette smoke serpentining from the fault line of my mouth, chuckling a “what a pity,” before tossing a lit match into a trash can of memories. I laugh at how my daydreams paint me until I realize I’ve been running to slow jazz. my heartbeat never soothes its gallop—everything sounds louder in comparison. my voice cracks when I ask my therapist, “if I’ve broken into a new side of myself, is this how I’m always going to feel?” craft scissors into electrical wire. a hot pink buzzsaw. I miss the days of feeling my heart soak through my shirt as if pulpy grapefruit; how swooned I could be by the sky. I know it’s not gone, not entirely, but I’m tired of picking needles from my teeth. I miss a gentler touch.

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poem "Soured Milk" found in my book, You Look Like Hell

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#rage #poetry #poems #poetry books #books #anger #break ups #relationships #divorce #schuyler peck

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it wouldn't be fair to call them all nightmares, exactly, but the moment I say "bad dreams," I'm rubbing tears from my face, standing in the doorframe of my parents' room again, pajamas balled into my fists. it's never that I believed we grow out of them, but I didn't imagine, nearing the end of my twenties, the sullen haze that hangs over me after waking—still clinging to my clothes long into the afternoon. I know well the extreme: the jolt out of bed when a blood-slicked phone slips from my hands. when the bad guys are coming back and I put on a good performance of dead. so when my pillowcase is sweat-soaked after spotting my father at the grocery store, I don't know what to say. I can't shake off a short glimpse in the mirror, where I'm envisioned as sickly thin as I aspired to be in high school. my mind casts my ex-husband as a background character for a whole week straight, but it's without a knife, without a gun, without a ring, so I struggle to explain exactly why I've gone quiet.

bad dream. I'd shrink under any sympathetic pout, shrug off any arm wrapped around my shoulder. it's not that I want the reassurance I've escaped my small terrors, but maybe they've grown so frequent and enduring, I'd sooner not dream at all.

#trauma #nightmares #poetry #poems #dreams

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The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak