“You are really a strange little creature.”
— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “When We Dead Awaken,”
Etikett: about astrid
I’m afraid I can’t explain myself…Because I am not myself, you see?
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
It’s a mess inside me, ghost.
Wren Hanks, from “The Ghost Incites a Genderqueer Pledge of Allegiance,” The Rise of Genderqueer
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got a masters degree in being ignored
“My power, which to me is still a curse,”
— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,”
I may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.
Anton Chekhov, from Complete Plays of Anton Chekhov; “The Anniversary,”
“I want to be a woman who can face her own face,”
— L.I. Henley, from “Everywhere is the Finding of Not Wings,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
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