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Kissing God Goodbye: Poems 1991-1997; ‘Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 For b.b.L’ by June Jordan

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“Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.”

— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via naranzarian)

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i pick my emotions like berries from a bush, licking the unexpected bitterness from my lips.

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“There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.”

— Radial Symmetry: The Gardens in Tunisia by Katherine Larson (via deformititties)

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‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’

— Arthur Miller, adapted from The Crucible

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“I may be feeding an impure hunger.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907

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“Autumn was my happiness. Beauty at the point of tears.”

— Günter Eich, tr. by Judy Gaghan, from Poems; “Sun In October Mist,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Angel save me. Fill my mouth.”

— Eimear McBride | A Girl is  Half-Formed Thing (via abandonarium)

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Fatimah Asghar, How’d Your Parents Die Again?

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“What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.”

— Sarah Kane, from The Complete Plays: “Crave”

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“there is a poem scratched into the walls of my throat no one has heard it but it is there.”

— Kai Cheng Thom, “A Place Called No Homeland”

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Margaret Atwood, published on Eating Fire;

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“But I Have tamed Myself– I have stomped On the throat Of my own song”

— Vladimir Mayakovsky, from ‘At the Top of My Voice’

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