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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)

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I never let infatuation just pass me by. I always let it consume me. And then I wonder where I’ve disappeared.
Albert Camus, The Fall
Николай Владимиров
Untitled vol. 5
в дните когато
най-много не мога да се разпозная
отново те виждам
в очите си
- Virginia Woolf, from the 'Complete Works: The Diary'

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- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 'Notes' from The Underground
сила
да си падал
и изправял
да си умирал от болка
да си плакал
да си се изгубил напълно
в някого друг
да си събирал сърцето си
на части
след като са стъпвали върху него
многократно
да си си казал:
“никога повече,
любовта не е за мене”
но пак да си се изправил,
сякаш за последно.
да си превързал раните си.
да си избърсал сълзите си.
да си повярвал
в себе си отново.
да си решил
пак да обичаш.
даже със сърце на части
All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
I swear този блог е активен единствено когато съм влюбена или изживявам някой депресивен епизод.
или и двете

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близко
това бе най-близкото до любов нещо, което съм чувствала след теб. тогава защо се усещаше грешно? защо се чувствах, сякаш не ми се полага? защо трябваше да го разруша? най-близкото до любов нещо, което съм чувствала след теб. близко бе, но не достатъчно.
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky