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I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
by Augusten Burroughs  (via fabulousbitch69)

(Source: kari-shma, via u-n-b-r-o-k-e-n-s-o-u-l)

Sometimes she seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language, of course, but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that see so sharply they often want to close. Her eyes were astoundingly blue and astoundingly sharp. Nothing escaped her. She saw everything, and since most of what there is to see in the world is painful, she often lived in pain.
by Erica Jong, Remembering Anne Sexton (via no-me-ha-dejado)

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