Giuseppe Ungaretti, From A Poem Titled "Christmas," Featured In Selection Of Modern Italian Poetry

Amy Lowell, from A dome of many-coloured glass; “The Fruit Garden Path”

[Text ID: “My eyes aches with the weight of unshed tears, / You are my home, do you not understand?”]

shoutout to recovering abusers, especially those who are abuse/trauma survivors themselves. you and i both know that, unfortunately, once we do something, we can't take it back. i know it hurts to know that, but recognizing it for what it is... that's what allows you to do the only thing left to do - be better. it's not easy, nor pleasant, and likely, a very isolating experience.

so i want you to know, there's at least one person out there who's rooting for you, who's proud of the person you're becoming. you are not doomed to do horrible things forever. you are not beyond leading a happier, healthier life. growth is an option. healthy relationships are an option. they have to be, for all our sakes.

if you want to stop hurting others, and stop hurting yourself, your choice is right here. i believe in you. you can do it. you have to. break the chain.

Mahmoud Darwish, With the Fog so Dense on the Bridge in Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. Mohammad Shaheen)

wait till u find out im actually insane and it's not a joke

we diagnose you with a creeping sense of alienation forever. incurable

Anne Carson, from Grief lessons: Four plays by Euripides.

Trista Mateer, from Small Ghost: Poems; "Small Ghost Checks Her Self History,"

love elizabeth s.