I am full of love for every one. And everything is soft and vague and very sad. It is sad, it is sad. But everything has meaning,
Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
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I am full of love for every one. And everything is soft and vague and very sad. It is sad, it is sad. But everything has meaning,
Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

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Sometimes strength means knowing when to say goodbye.
Dr. Nicole Addison
I want
my heart back
I want to feel everything again —
Louise GlĂĽck, from Averno "Blue Rotunda"
the day i finally release my inhibitions and feel the rain on my skin it’s over for you bitches
Your body is your home. Your temple. Your own sacred space. Please be careful with how you treat it, both physically and mentally.
Dr. Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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Pull off your mask and allow for yourself to become vulnerable. Only when we’re vulnerable are we able to reach the real sustenance of life.
Dr. Nicole Addison
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel — drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have — that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters
it’s quiet here
And yet I love this quiet clouded day. I love this settled stillness, and this feeling that, at any moment, down may come the rain. Should you say wasted? No, not really. Something is gathered. This quiet time brings one nearer.
Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1914-1922)
ethereal things to stay alive for
flowers blooming
hugging someone after a long time
wandering in bookstores
late night talks
listening to vinyl records
walking through forests
the smell of rain
dancing late at night
fairy lights
seeing jellyfish
listening to nature in the morning
flower meadows

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please be patient with me i am experiencing horrors unknown to you at all times
Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
pretty sure i’m the remains of a sad poem
Despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.
AnaĂŻs Nin
The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

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conversations between a full moon and a heavy heart
Virginia Woolf, from Night and Day