omg look that aesthetic
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I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.
— Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush
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Frida Kahlo, Photo by Lola Álvarez Bravo
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I sink until the mattress melts around
me
��soft coffin open to the sunshine
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die
I want to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep
until the day my skin is not so heavy
— Brian McGackin, from “In Case Of Death Tired But Not Ready,” In Case of Death
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The single lesson I have learned
is this: A person can only feel
so much. Eventually, affect overflows
and loses shape as it escapes
from its container. If the thing
inside is hot? It scalds or scorches
Every part of us it touches.
And if it’s cold, it freezes.
— Kate Daniels, from “Relapse,” Three Syllables Describing Addiction
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New York City, 1954
@ Vivian Maier
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“Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.”
— Richard Siken
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By: Dominika Brudny| domsli22
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lads…… it’s march. how we coping
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I’ve learned in love and death we don’t decide
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