weltenwellen:

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Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

metamorphesque:

text id: [   The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.]ALT

Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

metamorphesque:

text id: This August I began to dream of drowningALT

Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning

perfectfeelings:

“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

j. iron word

theoptia:

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

hungryfictions:

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Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

ololygas:

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Basic August, Eileen Myles

(Source: poetspath.com)

fairycosmos:

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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