Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”
— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”— j. iron word
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy
don’t settle for less
there’s just nothing that beats being at home. the world will try to convince me i should be doing more and it’s like yeah but im at home


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