I am sick with caring: go away, everything, and send fire.

charles bukowski, “life at the p.o.” from the people look like flowers at last

I fly warily between the edges of my various neuroses and try to avoid getting cut on the brambles.

tennessee williams, in a journal entry from august 1936

Take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest, holding onto it and not letting it go. Now let it go.

richard siken, you are jeff from crush

Yes, it’s a well-known fact about you: you’re like death, you take everything.

Milan Kundera, Laughable Loves

The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

Sylvia Plath