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"Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it"
- Rupi Kaur | the sun and her flowers
I don't have any coping mechanism. Things hurt me, I sleep. I want to cry, I sleep. My head hurts, I want to sleep. My wardrobe is messy, I want to sleep. My coffee is bitter, I want to sleep. No one loves me, I will just sleep.
Falling in love is like a fairytale
Cause fairytales never existed
just like my love..
- Rz
Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)
The heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.
-Carolyn Forché, The Country Between Us
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
-Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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