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Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

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Do you ever cycle through the same 4 apps on your phone over and over again and feel like a tiger pacing its cage at the zoo

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*someone at work speaks*

Me:

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August 20th, 2019 (k.p.k)

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Save yourself. Your hero died a long time ago.

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Fury

Anger fuels the mind and focuses the vision. It efficiently finds the target and allows one to see the various cracks you've known for so long but disregards and forgets.

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On The Job

You know, no matter how hard you try to make changes around you. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you are making a change. People around you will do their damnest to make all your effort worthless. And, what is crazy is that they would actually succeed! It's no wonder that most people would just give up trying. So sometimes, you just think that maybe we should all just give up. Let things be. All will go down to ruins anyway. It'll be less of things you would worry about.

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Acceptance. The hero has accepted his fate. He had done his purpose, now he would die. At first, there was a smile on his face. He feels it, he thought. Everything. The dying. And at the last moment when he knew he was to take his last breath, his bravery suddenly failed him. Panic and fear clouded his eyes. He gasped and shuddered. His last thoughts had been confused and fearful. Death shook its head and gathered the hero's soul in an embrace. "Everybody fears death. But do not be afraid. I am already here and you may notice that you are not suffering."

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Harry Potter Films (ranked by my followers) 5. Order Of The Phoenix “The world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”

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Sometimes, I do not like re-reading books. Because I also don't like revisiting old memories. Because when I do, it only hurts. Because I know that I could never really bring it back. And revisiting it, is never the same as actually being there and experiencing it.

madhat

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When I say I want to travel, I don't mean I want to take pictures of me with a view on the background, or collect souvenirs, or just see things as I roam a place. When I say I want to travel, I mean I want to explore every facets of the place. I want to know what makes it different from every place I've been to or find their similarities. I want to immerse myself of its culture. I want to talk to the locals and let their lives affect mine. I want to see the stories in their eyes. I want to embed in my memory the faces and places that no matter where I go to after, or after I have settled down and quieted my soul, content to just tell my stories, I could still remember them vividly as though it was just yesterday that I have been there.

the curly madhatter

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Last night, I dreamed of you. But it was not a dream that allowed me to be with you. It was a dream that allowed me to be free of you. So that today, I could face the world with my bravery mask.

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There is nothing more that you can do that will make me feel any worse that what I've felt during the first time that someone betrayed my trust. It was not only my heart that was crushed ...my soul also suffered this unexplainable dispondency that refused to leave despite all the happiness that I tried to attract. I have healed but I have also learned never to trust anyone again. Not even those that I love. I have been hurt. I will never be again. So you are quite mistaken in your notion that you could.

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A small catalogue of things I’ve lost: my heart down a sink drain. My voice in the dungeon of language. My body to the great gripping fists of men.

Alicia Catt, from 'When I Put Bluebeard’s Keys in My Pocket They Stain My Dress & I Hope You Don’t Notice’, published in Toad (via soracities)

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And I knew that despite the truth uttered between us. The space separating us will always be there. Now magnified by the lies you chose to hear.