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“i'm not homeless–i have a house, yet somehow, it never feels like home.”

tombs of the blind dead (1972)

if you don't have the intention to stay forever, then don't come at all.

nude with flowering branch (detail, 1863) gustave courbet

from "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath", 1950-1962

i long for a refuge where i can rest my head, a place where the weight of torment does not cling to me like a second skin. all i desire is to feel the breeze touch my face—but even that seems to slip away, as if the air itself hesitates to be caught.

what do you mean I can't control everything, why not.

cats & readings.

some wounds never vanish. yet little by little i learned to love my life. (mary oliver)

"i don’t write because i think i have something to say. i write because if i don’t, everything feels even worse." —lily king, writers & lovers

sylvia plath, from a letter featured in the letters of sylvia plath vol. 1: 1940-1956

clarice lispector, from a story titled "the way of the cross," featured in soulstorm: stories

i only ask to be free. the butterflies are free. charles dickens, the old curiosity shop

hello, i'm the ex terrestris. i hope you can still enjoy the page, even with some changes. well, you can also find me on twitter and tumblr. twitter: euolivias tumblr: euolivia

i've been absent from this page, and i apologize to those who enjoy being here. i decided to change the page's name and icon precisely to see if it helps me feel a bit more motivated to update it, so you can have more comforting content. i hope you understand.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this. and most often when you do, it's too late. and there's nothing worse than too late. charles bukowski, from "oh yes"

sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

louise glück, from "the burning heart" in vita nova

ex— terrestris...

the poetry of sappho is like always so wonderful. i want more people to read it. shes an icon frfr

"just checking up on you" means alot fr

thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.

i can't point to any one event that resulted in my decision to go into hibernation. Initially, i just wanted some downers to drown out my thoughts and judgments, since the constant barrage made it hard not to hate everyone and everything.

kiki: i feel better sitting by the ocean. tombo: i could bring you here anytime you want. studio ghibli

howl's moving castle (2004)

megan nolan, from her novel titled "acts of desperation," originally published in march 2021

they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

one of the most beautiful songs i've ever heard, without a doubt my favorite. when she says: crystal eyes locked with mine as you touch my skin we are like dynamite slowly exploding.

i couldn't live where there were no trees—something vital in me would starve. l.m. montgomery, anne's house of dreams

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life.

mental note. should i remember who i was? or is it enough to just move forward, feeling my way through what i am now? it's confusing. this mystery that circles inside us — like an unanswered riddle, a question that exists just to exist.