
“I come, callous growth in my heart. I come.”— Paul Celan, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from Poems; “Snowbed,” (via loveage-moondream)
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”— Edgar Allan Poe
My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
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