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i’ve died alone in my room 3000 times nothing you can say can hurt me.
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“Be soft, kind, loving. But also take nobody’s shit.”
— (via kaliforhnia)
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youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga
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i might be doing really terrible on the emotional regulation front but in my defense ive had a gaping hole in my chest since i was 12
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how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different
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“Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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hey. don't cry. how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall. okay?
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the first purpose of being lovers is that you can find peace within each other. when you look at someone, you just calm down. like „finally i‘m in a safe place, finally this is a place where i‘ll be dignified, i won’t be humiliated, i won’t be reminded of past mistakes, i‘m completely at ease.“
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It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself ― that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
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