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Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters
you know better than anyone that everything is temporary. forever is just a hopeful plea, the base of our religion. but what to do with that knowledge? and how heavy it lays on my heart which still carries that child-like hope when it runs and skips in moments like these.
you have to let yourself feel the good things, even if they often feel too light, to implausible to be true.
even if you know they might be gone sooner than you think.
that's the hardest part, you still have to let yourself feel the good things.
People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
you might not ever forget, but you will become okay with remembering.
{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}
"Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me."
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin Volume I 1931-1934
whatever we held each other through, it couldn't have been love.
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i want to grow out my eyebrows and become the jellyfish woman with a blowfish tongue. i want to be the yellow teethed sun, smiling back at my own anger. i want to use my tears as a blanket and drape them over every heartache i have ever felt until the colors of my pain dilute into a disgusting brown puddle. then i will bathe in it. when i was sad about how slow i was moving through life i found comfort in the late-blooming trees, until i read that they are not really at a disadvantage compared to early-blooming trees. then i got mad. i had a dream of chopping off all my hair and leaving it on your doorstep. i want final proof that loving me never even crossed your mind. i want final proof that i will drive away the wrong people by being as ugly and loud as possible. i want to protect myself from becoming someone's saint.
El Paso Herald, Texas, January 31, 1928
I know that feeling!
January 1972 // the coast // Oregon