I Just Feel Pain. A Lot Of Pain. I Thought I Could Imagine How Much This Would Hurt But I Was Wrong.

The Bodmer Oak, Fontainebleau, 1865, Claude Monet

View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems; ‘Water’ by Wisława Szymborska tr. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh

[ID: How light the raindrop’s contents are. /How gently the world touches me.]

Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents

sky by Vincent Van Gogh

Sanctuary by Daniel Adams

“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”

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“And so it seems that I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath