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Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
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What gets lost in the translation between feelings and language? I wonder how much of myself I can’t translate into words. I wonder how much of myself I don’t even know.
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And if I could reach the Northern Lights Maybe then I'd understand it all Sometimes I try so hard to fight When all I want to do is fall Into the night Into your arms, surrender..
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Carmen Laforet, from Nada
Text ID: My chest was heavy with a thousand daydreams and memories.
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I now have another wound bearing your name with no one to tend it.
Of course, the sun will rise tomorrow and I will go on with my life.
However, I will always be cursed with the scar of your name, which will haunt me forever.
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I wish.
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Nothing has changed; I am still the same man 🌊!.
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[i want you to tell me i might never recover]
— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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ironic how being empty can feel so fucking heavy
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i wish I had hugged you tighter the last time I saw you
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