“love is made of deathbeds, of graves. love is made of dismembered oaths.”
“Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
giving yourself the chance to let love in again
Speculative Realism, Bradley Trumpfheller | Backwards, Warsan Shire
Instead of two claps, its two reminder notifications to take your antidepressants👏🏻👏🏻
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Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart









