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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011

The heart is supposed to fall

In love,

And for someone

But mine is quiet,

Still at it’s place

It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s

But it beats for me

I’m not giving it up

But wear it on my sleeve

And treat it gently

Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno

@academia-lucifer

— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”

— Silas Melvin

“Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I’m fighting the hardest.”

— Unknown

Life is art

Art is beauty

Others are modeled

Life adds to them

Builds up their beauty

I’m carved by life

It takes and takes and takes

I’m art

I’m beauty

That eventually disappears

Because life has taken too much

love elizabeth s.

My heart, it soars

Spending not a single day chained to the earth no longer

While my body, it rots

Beneath the daisy field

@academia-lucifer

-Zoë Lianne

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

The color of my soul is a shade no one seems to like.

— Virginia Woolf

Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

My knees buckle,

My mind, it bends

My mouth stumbles

Over the words it borrows

From others with less sorrows

— Thanksgiving 2006, Ocean Vuong, from 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'

[text ID: Brooklyn's too cold tonight

& all my friends are three years away.

My mother said I could be anything

I wanted — but I chose to live.]

“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”

— Unknown

—Albert Camus

Tightrope Walker

I’m struggling,

Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker

I turn and want to blame someone

For sabotaging the rope,

For distracting me

But there’s no one but me

I abandoned safety net and balancing pole

Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall

There’s no way of knowing what’s down there

Should I tumble, would I crack?

Should I fall, would I break?

Should I jump, would I

Die

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colors of the sky.

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

Streetlamp light disturbs the midnight time

Distorted shadow, running along the asphalt

It might be mine

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)