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mother

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the word beloved is like top 5 words in the english language

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ohhh my god I have got to stop mourning the past or whatever

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something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something

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— Petros Duryan, "What Are You, Love?"

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the saying you cant miss what you never had is so insane to me.... like um actually i am always missing what i never had. theres so much missing... i miss everything

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— clair de lune, tathève simonyan         

[text ID: i want a “waking up naked under dusty pink silky sheets” scene: / sunlights of hair cascading over the ivory of my back / untethered strands connecting beauty marks / my own constellation of starlight / and as the morning light sashays in / through the cracks / of this chain of blinds / and as this body of mine / welcomes in blues and yellows / there’s a sense of promise / dancing in the air / that’s not going anywhere. / i want a scene of / hands reaching for a door / not for a cover / for in this particular scene / there’s a body that wants to have me in it / and an i who wants to be in this body / i want this symbiotic bliss / this harmonious coexistence / of two opposing forces / reaching for the same door. / [i want debussy playing in the background] / hands reaching for a cup, hands boiling water, hands adding / a spoonful of coffee / hands never burning / hands running through hair / like wild horses / blindly unbounded / like leaves / succumbing to the breath of the wind / but in a good way / because succumbing oneself / doesn’t have to end with a death / not always / at least not when you can hear / clair de lune / softly whispering from the living room. / i want scenes with hands: / hands all over / all the time / hands that love / without a reason and with (one) / because it’s spring / because it’s no longer spring / because they are hands and that’s what they were made to do / because debussy is playing / and what else can one do / but love / unabashedly / with van gogh yellows / and picasso blues / and monet violets / and / i want a scene where / my name is no longer an unintended apology / but a silent promise / like the morning light / dancing in the air / painting its blue hues / yellow in its blues. / i want a scene where / my existence is a reason / and not an afterthought. / i want a scene of me not wanting any of these. / scenes of me naked under dusty pink silky sheets / waiting for the morning light / and knowing that it will come.]

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experiencing the "tell me every terrible thing you've done let me love you anyway" except it's my therapist getting frustrated with my self esteem and giving me the homework of making a list of all the terrible things I've done and been so we can evaluate whether or not my self view is accurate, and it's more like a "terrible me every terrible thing you've done so I can tell you whether or not you're actually that bad chill out girl".

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@academia-lucifer

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Olena Kalytiak Davis, from Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities; "in one of my lives—"

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March 15, 1914 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

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I was like the patient who cannot explain the doctor where it hurts ,only that it does

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

But then it passes like all thing do !

when Khaled Hosseini said, ''A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you." I felt it

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- Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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Don’t know why but working in bed just feels so right at the moment.

ig: rhiharper

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My love language is to sit with you without saying or doing anything. I'll just look in your eyes and will just admire you.

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{ Mahmoud Darwish/ Virginia Woolf/ Edgar Allan Poe, from a Letter to Helen Whitman, "The Last Letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman"/ Albert Camus, The Possessed (transl. By O'Brien)/ Emily Dickinson/ Anton Chekhov, The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov "The Two Volodyas"/ Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes/ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women/ Yann Martel, Life of Pi/ Cameron Awkward-Rich, Meditations in an Emergency/ De profundis/ Oscar Wilde}

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Quote via a submission sent to @geloyconcepcion