metamorphesque:

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  — Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[text ID: It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.]

perfectfeelings:

“When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.”

— Dawn Lanuza