I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.
— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848
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please, don’t let me be misunderstood.
I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.
— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848
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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”
-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Theories about the universe”
[Text ID: “When I want something / with my whole being, and the universe withholds it / from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, / Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, / but she does not understand how it will hurt.”]
-Amy M. Homes, “This Book Will Save Your Life”
[TEXT ID: “I don’t know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?” END ID]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
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— Road Music, Richard Siken
[text ID: There should be / just one safe place / in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here. / People fall down and stay down]
― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets
[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]