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Bye bye. ✌🏼

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Aquifer Lake, Sand Hills, Rushville, Nebraska, 1993 from On the Plains

Peter Brown

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Cairo, Egypt // rymuppet

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لو في مصطلح أكبر منheavy heart كنت قلته يوصف حالتي الآن

it’s as if i am bleeding but internally and no one would notice

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Lovisa Wallin

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I am so overwhelmingly full of grief

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L’Amica Geniale, Those Who Leave And Those Who Stay

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L'avatar botanique de Mademoiselle Flora (Jeanne Barbillon, 1965)

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I was disappearing, evaporating, slipping away. A dreadful sensation, like being ripped from the realm of the living, but in slow motion. As though my soul was leaking through the pores of my skin. I began wandering the streets all through the night, searching for a sign. Some proof of life. Around me, the city, misty and otherworldly, was taking on the sepia hues of an old film. If I raised my eyes, the railings of the public garden in front of which I was standing seemed to be moving on their own, turning like a magic lantern, three or four images a second, like eyelids blinking, slowly and regularly. Something inside me was still in revolt. I wanted to scream: Is anybody there?

Vanessa Springora, Consent

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— July 4. 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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“There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.”

— Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

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Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

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-Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life