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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"

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in a parasocial relationship with the sea

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made a lil thing

#wrong place wrong time #that’s crazy

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Franz Kafka in a letter to Oskar Pollak, 1903

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the teapot by Robert Bly

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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)

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Virginia Woolf's last letter to her husband, Leonard.

#words

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Carl Sandburg, from “Under the Harvest Moon,” in Chicago Poems

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Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run

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“You’d be surprised how quickly the mind goes soggy in the absence of other people. One person alone is not a full person: we exist in relation to others. I was one person: I risked becoming no person.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Testaments

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the ache of nostalgia

#horrible terrible awful #words

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Natalie Wee, Least of all

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Salman Toor, Three Friends in a Cab, 16 x 20 inches, 2021

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i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

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​found this comment on a video of some swans crossing the street. wow.

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“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”

— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking