From Now On It’s Not ‘my Body’ But 'the Fragile External Capsule For My Deepest Desires And Anxiety’

ANNE SEXTON

‘The Truth the Dead Know’, The Complete Poems (1981);

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3 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

8 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

16 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

another decade has passed and guess who’s still here? the moon. she’s always been here and she’ll always be she’s a Loyal friend to all of us say thank u moon

“I could fix him.” yeah well I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

me: [listens to a new song]

my brain, upon receiving one single hit of Döpamine™: we shall listen to only this song until we have wrung every last neurotransmitter out of it

me: *gets touched by random wave of sadness*

me: so, this is what poets of Romanticism felt

— Vengeful, Victoria Schwab

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

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