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—my old love for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.
—Sharon Olds, excerpt of "Years Later", in Stag's Leap
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paullina simons the summer garden
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“I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.”
— Cynthia Hand, Boundless
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when things really hurt you, they make you quiet.
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“At a certain point, I just have to try not too think to much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.”
— Jonathan Franzen
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"How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives."
– The Sky is Everywhere, Novel by Jandy Nelson
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“my heart will be yours until the sun burns out and the universe collapses into nothing”
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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“No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance (via introspectivepoet)
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that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty
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Something To Do ー Zadie Smith (from Intimations)
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With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?
— Oscar Wilde
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