It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”
[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]
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The Girl's Own Paper - 1897 - via Internet Archive
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This morning I woke up so in love with you I didn't know what to do with my body, which was far from yours... I don't know how this happened. I just woke up one morning and you were the blood in all my poems.
Clementine Von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive
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"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself."
- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
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"We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't."
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work song by hozier / mahmoud darwish
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when you go to look at them and they are already looking at you>>>>>>
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“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
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