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i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.

(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)

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Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, d. March 4, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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— Stevie Edwards, from “Good Grief.”

[Text ID: I am not good with fragile things, but I swear I will love all that you unearth for me—your stinted roots, all the tender you’ve long buried.]

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. . . she gave a single, long, full-throated howl, as if she wanted to rid herself at once of all the cries that pain had stored up in her.

Albert Camus ǁ The First Man (1960)

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— Margaret Atwood, from “Power Politics.”

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Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die.

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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Pigeons”

[Text ID: “The most brilliant part of / you exists to haunt me:”]

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Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

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somewhere between no longer and not yet

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

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Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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“Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.”

— Virginia Woolf, from “The Waves.”

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i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

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myths & martyrs, and what they leave behind.

transformers comic (source by @mythgradeconstellation, fellow ORV lover??) // André Malraux quoted by Mary Gordon in Joan of Arc: A Life // Gregory Orr // the tragic hero; michael kinnucan, the gods show up // Loss, H.D. // Margarita Karapanou // Hélène Cixous, The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous // this post // it's hard to be a saint in the city, Bruce Springsteen //  i know it’s over, the smiths // unknown // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // unknown