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“I over-analyze situations because I’m scared of what will happen if I’m not prepared for it.”

— Turcois Ominek

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“It’s so hard to believe how much can change in a year. This time last year, things were completely different. I was completely different.”

— Unknown

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“There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

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“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”

— Unknown

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Que el amor sea tu razón más fuerte para hacer cualquier cosa; que no sea un pretexto para quedarte donde no eres feliz.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal

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“I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.”

— Unknown

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“I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”

— Sarah Addison Allen

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“There are so many things that I want you to know.”

— Unknown

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“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”

— Frank Herbert

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“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand without you even speaking a word.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

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You make me want to pick up my pen and write once again.

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“The way you treat yourself is the standard you set for others.”

— Unknown

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Love should calm the storm inside of you, not provoke it.

k.b. // drowning, resurfacing: notes on heartbreak & healing by frankie riley

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“She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.”

— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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Misanthropist

I once made out with a misanthropist in the bathroom of his parent’s house,

tore his hair out with my nails and fed him with my howls.

I stuck around too long,

until his misery caught up to me and wrapped around my throat,

a black ribbon gag,

itchy and agonizing.

I packed and left last morning, clawing at your door.

A wet, wounded puppy at the door,

“tail between your legs.” You recalled,

scoffed

Creak the hinges and let me in.

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“The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.”

— Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark

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“I lied and said I was busy.

I was busy;

but not in a way most people understand.

I was busy taking deeper breaths.

I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.

I was busy calming a racing heart.

I was busy telling myself I am okay.

Sometimes, this is my busy -

and I will not apologize for it.”

- Brittin Oakman

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