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There was once a time I loved things as they were. There was once a time that was enough for me.

very small things

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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “The Landing”

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It’s as if I have two voices in my head screaming at each other constantly. How much they hate the other. How wrong it is.

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Sometimes the world is so big and beautiful that I can’t help but cry. Other times I find myself filled with a hate for it that is so strong I can’t remember anything but the bitter winters and the glass bottle I once stepped on as a child while running down a hill.

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not up for debate y’all

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idk what joyless geek decided it was sinful to enjoy food and sex and earthly pleasure, but that guy was dead wrong

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God is dead. Long live god. If God is not a corpse somewhere in a box with an unfortunate cat that could also be a god, than she is emptied out, the God that pours himself into the primordial ooze.

The earth is not your mother. The ground will hold your bones one day, cushioned in its slowest hunger, but only because you struggled out of the salty wet and refused to leave. God is when you plug your ears and blow. You can hear it:

We are an ocean inside. Our blood is the seas blood and our children are grown as they always were, in the watery dark. The god that pours herself out.

Do you think we look at the skies at night and are filled with reverence not for the stars, but the emptiness? There is more blank space than anything, anything else in the universe.

The ache of being human is inevitable, life is suffering are the truest words I’ve ever heard. An absent father that never speaks. A distant mother that we can never return to. A home that is unknowable with stars that do not touch. And more than anything, more than anything,

You have to wonder at the loneliness of humans, unquiet until we are held by soft earth which would take us faster if it could. Abandoned to our ache, but what else is there? The cat is dead, long live the cat.

The god that empties itself out. And we are what’s left, we are left.

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we need to talk about the 'straight' christian girl to queer nb/gnc pagan witch pipeline

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I don’t think I’ve missed my mother a day in my life. I don’t think there is anything to miss.

i mourn for what i did not live

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Sometimes I think I’m an alien.

Sometimes I think I’m not from this place.

life on the moon

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― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]

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Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin

Text ID: I feel my past like an unbearable weight on me, like a curse, the source of every movement I make, every word I utter.

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I’ve become much more solemn than I used to be,

and I’m starting to miss people as if they are already dead.

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— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[text ID: I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.]