Dont Need Therapy I Need To Pick My Own Flesh Off Layer By Layer In A Ritual Of Purification And Catharsis 

St. Nicholas Cathedral // Prague // Czech Republic

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: July 21. Miserable creature that I am. END ID]

My spirit soars where the air goes thin.

I remember eating moldy strawberries on the porch with you. You picked the fuzzy ones up between your yellow fingers and you ate them for me. Why did you smoke so much? You taught me how to play chess, with those hands. Did it mean anything to you? My young hand in your leathered palm. It didn't to me. I remember you telling me it was good for me; the mold.

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"

you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.

Sabrina the Teenage Witch | 1.12 - "Trial by Fury"

Mary Oliver, from long life: essays and other writings