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may sarton, journal of a solitude.
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mentally somewhere else.
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“a great sorrow, and one that i am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. we can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. we don’t get to choose the people we are.”
― donna tartt, the goldfinch
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hi, i'm back and with the old username <3
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things i romanticize: rainy bus rides, unread books, being mysterious for no reason.
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“i dwell in possibility” - emily dickinson
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i hate having an internal monologue. girl shut the fuck up.
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ひらりふわり
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from time to time, i show up here as if i had never left. it's kind of difficult for me, but i really need to vent, and i can't think of a better place than here. because i feel safe to expose all my feelings. so the next posts might be personal and completely poetic—or not.
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“i'm not homeless–i have a house, yet somehow, it never feels like home.”
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tombs of the blind dead (1972)
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if you don't have the intention to stay forever, then don't come at all.
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nude with flowering branch (detail, 1863) gustave courbet
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from "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath", 1950-1962
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i long for a refuge where i can rest my head, a place where the weight of torment does not cling to me like a second skin. all i desire is to feel the breeze touch my face—but even that seems to slip away, as if the air itself hesitates to be caught.
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what do you mean I can't control everything, why not.