Women and Cats, Kees van Dongen, 1912

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

{M. A. Thompson from I Won't Write My Poem 'Till I'm In My Right Mind}

i dont understand

by laurenmaerie, a second chance

I am a daughter of shame. I live in the shadows and I try not to bleed on my mothers carpet. My skin jagged and worn as if I have lived thousands of lives, in one body. I am flat. I am empty. This is all the world wanted for me. I pretend not to notice how quiet the sky is on a sunday morning, as if god had deserted me.

— Hannah Green, from “Sylvia Plath Taught Me How To Disappear.” ©

I am a servant for my mothers unhappiness. I can make myself smaller, mother, I can become quieter. I am a wound that you can’t stop picking. I take scraps from dinner as little parts of love. I know that I am not easy to love. I know I wear my sadness so visibly that you’ve become ashamed of me. Make me small, crush me up in the palms of your hands. Destroy me for breakfast and devour me for lunch, leave nothing left of me, not even for the birds. Eat me. Eat me up. It’s too late to apologise now, sorry means nothing when you’re choking on my leftovers.

— Hannah Green, from “Are you still hungry, Mother?”

— Carlos Fuentes, Myself with Others

— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written in February 1950

— Haruki Murakami

Ghost world, Julia Kowalska

— Don DeLillo, Point Omega

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