• mad girl's love song by sylvia plath
• the thing is by ellen bass
• rising tide by jung kut-byol
• absence by pablo neruda
• wishbone by richard siken

"I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women; I spoke only to angels."

emil, 23.

• "when one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. anything that touches." mary oliver , leaves and blossoms along the way
• "i'm sorry i wasn't wiser sooner. i'm sorry i ever spoke of myself as lonely." mary oliver , "someday" from red bird
• "since i always fail to communicate, to understand, to love and to be loved, and every failure deepens my solitude, since i cannot escape the objectivity crushing me nor the subjectivity expelling me, since i cannot rise to a state of being nor collapse into nothingness... i have to listen more than ever, i have to look around me, at the world, my fellow creature, my brother." 2 or 3 things i know about her, (1967)
• "you didn't want things to be right. you wanted to be alone. you wanted to be hurt. you think you have to be miserable alone, so everyone will know you're too noble..._know_ you're miserable. your favorite thing in...__seth dickinson__ , the monster baru cormorant