dreamofmourning

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lines that made me say wow i miss candle beck so bad it hurts

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"born to beg" is such a perfectly placed track the first four songs of the album are so complex and nauseating and describing this furtive and ruined thing and then it's like oh this is actually very simple, at least for one of you

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at TD garden with a melancholic $10 diet coke watching someone happen once and then recede forever

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which was not being in love, of course; it was thinking of her, criticizing her, starting again, after thirty years, trying to explain her. 

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something that's satisfying to me in the formulation of the phrase "life cannot be retold" when taken literally is the implication that it can be told one time, just never again

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supernatural 4.09, 4.10, 4.11 / the reproduction of evil: a clinical and cultural perspective, sue grand

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this child really lives in a setting of beauty and misery that no words can translate

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"Are there others?" still has the exact same effect on me as it did when i was fourteen. just really the heart of everything. "Nothing, no one." "Just us." it measurably altered my adolescent life forever and it's almost too painful of a text to return to because it's so layered with all the things it meant to me over time. are there others are there others are there others

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the possibility of an alternate form of living, this hope being located in the existence (appearance? in-this-place, at-this-time) of another person. “it ends with him wondering if maybe time really is going to loop back upon itself after all, except in this rendering, he will have Julia and Harold as parents from the beginning, and who knows what he will be, only that he will be better,”

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“When you were born I was a small child in a city and even if somebody had brought me news of you I would not have believed them”

"You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)"

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Going There - Jack Gilbert

Of course it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The danger when we try to leave. Going over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and cheated, certainly. Still, for that little while, we visited our possible life.

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