February 2012
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I must learn more about these people-try to understand them, put myself in their...
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January 2012
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I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking...
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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel...
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The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked...
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Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada. A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice. Cold worlds shake from the...
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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more...
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of...
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I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back...
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...
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And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that...
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I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off,...
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via fuck-yeah-sylvia-plath)
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Is there no way out of the mind?
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time,...
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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.
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My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no...
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Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and...
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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street...
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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via fuck-yeah-sylvia-plath)
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively...
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I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the...
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Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I...
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and...
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The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked...
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I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would...
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to...
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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I must learn more about these people-try to understand them, put myself in their...
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about...
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of...
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From...
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