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nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool

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love as recognition

anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane

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— Mary Kate Teske

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Kimika Hara, Rainy Day (2014)

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Marie Howe, from “What the Living Do”, What the Living Do

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A Letter to the Loved, from the Lover.

Dear...

Yes, you are dear to me. Was I dear to you too?

In our letters, when you write the same word, do you think of me first? Do you think about roses and golden butterflies when you imagine my face?

Do you even think about how much I love you? And how I'd beg to the gods to tie a red string on our pinky fingers?

Have you... thought of me? For once?

Because I can love you, be the lover of all the lovers, because my purpose was solely to give my heart and soul to you—for you make it beat, for you make it colorful.

But... how about me?

Was I loved in your eyes? As the Loved, were you also a Lover? To me?

Or to someone else?

Dear me, did I go too far? Did I love too much?

Did I forget I'm never the Loved?

A. Urielle

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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

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“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life much easier.”

Anthony Hopkins.

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― Virginia Woolf, Carlyle's House & Other Sketches

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“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”

— Jane Eyre (1847) by Charlotte Bronte