profoundmidnightthoughts

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It is raining outside and I am once again shocked by the fact that God loves me and hears me despite everything.

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The absence of it, at least with intense feeling you know you’re alive and somebody else can relate and feel it with you. The absence of feeling is like a black hole; it’s the closest thing to hell that man can face without actually going there.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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I am an artist surrounded by scientists and I speak their language perfectly well, but they don’t speak mine.

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You mean to tell me that there are even things that I can’t remember that happened to me?

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It is absolutely baffling to me that one day all of this will be gone and some of it already is.

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I really don’t even know what I think about growing up anymore. I really did try hard not to do it.

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I really like beautiful words and also Times New Roman font.

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“Would you rather fall off a cliff or get shot?” My friend, the end result is the same either way. You’re asking which flavor of death I find more tasty.

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“A man who can be stolen is not a man, he is an object. He has neither the autonomy nor the dignity to claim himself.”

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“The more you try to play God, the more similar to the devil you become.”