You Can Hate Yourself All You Want But The World Is Beautiful And It Welcomes You

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Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

Ellen Bass,  "The Thing Is"

“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

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.”

— Sigmund Freud

Alice Notley / Oscar wilde / Sarah Kane / Anne Sexton

Thaw, Chelsea Dingman

“Now my wishes are down to two: / Staying alive. And wanting to.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Thanatos,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)

“She has the feeling, all her life, that she never makes sense. There is something else, big and dark, at the edge of what she knows, she cannot say. She always has the feeling she is translating into broken english. Language all her life is a second language, the first is mute & exists.”

Sharon Thesen, Mean Drunk Poem