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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from her play titled “The Lamp and the Bell,” published in 1921
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What's the first step of love? A question I've been asking for so long. Then I learned that the answer was simple. The first step of love is to let go. And I did just that.
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musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction
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my goal for today is no instagram reels & read 20 pages of my book. no consequences if i don’t do that because you cannot hate yourself into becoming who you are
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"One of Us", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)
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I love, and my chest splits
Mahmoud Darwish, 'If I Were Another', from The Butterfly’s Burden (trans. Fady Joudah; Copper Canyon Press, 2007)
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Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
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