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phases of love

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quiet places

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The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1939

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Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Robin McKinley, Deerskin

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//excerpts from ‘this modern love’ by will darbyshire

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"

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vintage heart-shaped lockets

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Virginia Woolf wearing her mother’s Victorian dress, photographed by Beck and McGregor for British Vogue, 1926

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Everything that we hold onto will pass (I ain't that good with things. or people in general). Once an old friend said to me that we do not really appreciate what we have until we lose it. But we do not miss people or connections. We miss versions of ourselves, these notions of them that we find ways to assign to the strangers they eventually became, habits, mixed feelings near the end, a last phone call, certain emotions we felt when we saw them for the last time, some flashbacks or the usual angst of missing out on a lot- things like these are what we reminisce about (what am I if not an array of the fragments left behind by wanderers who couldn't walk with me for long?). And for days we have to deal with the wreck they caused (I keep away from people because of the damage they could do. the damage they could find out about. this is what scares me the most about letting people in). But then, at some point, a different light shines on us; it crosses mountains to get to us (sometimes people just find you. save you. you keep them. they see right through you. they hold your hand when you're in a crowd, when you're scared, when the lights go out one by one and it feels like the two of you are the last people on earth- they still hold your hand and sit with you in silence. you look at the stars and they look at you). When we see ourselves in that (their) light we'll know (everything will be alright).

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from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay

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i love listening to MUSIC!!!!!! and imagining things happening

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i think that human connection is such a blessing despite how temporary it can be. whatever happened or will happen to us is a fact of our existence, i am just grateful to have crossed paths with you and to have meant something to you somewhere somehow

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Agates.  Vintage postcard.  From my personal collection.

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PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMONE ELSE PLEASE DONT HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOU