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— Clementine von Radics, from The Next Time We Talk On Facebook (via lunamonchtuna)

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its always ”b-b-but arent you DEAD??” and never ”was it fun getting buried it looked fun?” never ”was it difficult to claw your way through the soft earth?” they NEVER ask if the first breath of air after fighting myself out of my coffin was refreshing and tasted like sorrow and relief. it did. by the way. not that anyone CARES >:(

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Some days I wonder if there is anyone who remembers me.

Am I bound to be alone, walking the path

Only playing out in the memories of ghosts?

Is there anyone who remembers me still?

Or am I forgotten, like so many others?

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I need to stop giving a fuck for people who don't even think of me.

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Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

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And i’ll kiss every scar on your body & soul to remind you that love doesn’t have to hurt.

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may your next lover be the reason you’ve waited and endured for so long.

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fear

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Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

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You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival In you.

Brene Brown

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— Kriti G.

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Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "Siren"

[Text ID: "I think now / if I felt less I would be / a better person."]

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“I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.”

— Unknown