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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”

―Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game

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violentwavesofemotion: “Olga Bergholz, tr. by Avril Pyman, from Selected Poems (1934); “Wayfarer’s Letters,” [x] ”

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Olga Bergholz, tr. by Avril Pyman, from Selected Poems (1934); “Wayfarer’s Letters,” [x]

I needed to be punished, to punish myself. I needed permission to admit I lived.

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,”
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You—among the flowers born of ash.

— Pierre Voélin, tr. by John Taylor, from “To the Memory of Antoine Watteau,”
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You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

— Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts
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I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
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Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.

— Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone
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I must persist in my terrors.

— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to George Sand featured in The George Sand & Gustave Flaubert Letters
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I needed to be punished, to punish myself. I needed permission to admit I lived.

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,”
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This is about my body
& my hands
& my hands touching my body.
& maybe that’s all a monster is:
a body that’s survived

— Jasmine C. Bell, from “To Be a Monster,” published in Monstering (via lifeinpoetry)
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—Indomitable in her feebleness,
Her face and will athirst against the light.

— Christina Rossetti,  excerpt of A Study (A Soul)
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