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they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you

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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

“She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.”

— Catherynne M. Valente

list of things im handling well currently

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Dekho. Sab moh maya hai. So jao. Sleep is the only truth.

Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s

Just sitting around the house thinking about making a Mr. Darcy meme where the punchline is somehow “roses are red, violets are blue, IN VAIN HAVE I STRUGGLED. IT WILL NOT DO”

Ibrahim Nasrallah, “Palestinian,” trans. Huda Fakhreddine