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He started telling her that he loved her. It just happened, like drawing your hand back when you touch something hot.

— Sally Rooney, Normal People

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And autumn comes when you're not yet done

With the summer passing by

— Francis Forever, Mitski.

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It's easy to imagine him sinking to his knees, lowering his head into my lap, not to lament how he will inevitably ruin me but instead to mourn that another man already has.

— Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

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I told him I was easily seduced by people who laughed at my jokes and he said he was easily seduced by people who were smarter than he was.

Sally Rooney, Conversations With Friends.

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When he says "you're an angel" but Hozier said "Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago" from the perspective of the Devil.

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'What is this torture for?' And the voice would reply,

'It's just there. It's not for anything.'

— Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilyich.

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I live in two worlds and a long as we are apart, I always shall.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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What the hell is tragedy? I am.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

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We break. We put ourselves together. The cracks are the best part. ,

Cleopatra And Frankestein, Coco Mellors.

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"You broke it!" she screamed. "You broke me!"

"You were already broken!" yelled Frank.

"Not like this."

Cleopatra and Frankestein, Coco Mellors.

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Me: My comfort author is J. D. Salinger. ♡

Salinger: Shut that slutty little mouth of yours Goddamnit!

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Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

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You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Because everyone loves someone, and anyone who loves someone has had those desperate nights where we lie awake trying to figure our how we can afford to carry on being human beings. Sometimes that makes us do things that seem ridiculous in hindsight, but which felt like the only way out at the time.

—Fredrik Backman, Anxious People.

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Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you,

partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles

take on before people and statuary.

—Frank O'Hara, Having A Coke With You.

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I know right? 😩

people who keep saying swifties will make conversation with friends popular

they will ruin it if they get engaged with it like:...