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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
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i want someone to look at me like i’m everything they’ve ever wanted and like god himself put me on the earth for them
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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why does it feel so shameful to want to be wanted
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