Unconditional Love Isn't A Free Pass To Hurt Me.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

Late night drive while we hold hands

Words from sun bleached flies by Ethel cain

Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Not The Moon," featured in Paper Boat: Selected Poems

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what a beautiful horrible thing to feel so much

sorry i can’t come i’m too busy hurting my own feelings over nothing

I'm sorry I did something weird if it makes you feel better I torment myself and consider suicide about it every day

You’ll always be my favorite ghost.

Florence + the Machine / Big God

Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011