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— Emily X. R. Pan, The Astonishing Color of After
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— Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
the suns getting eaten by space algae and this is the plan
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Project Hail Mary — Andy Weir
mood of all educators around the world
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ON GOODNESS // hard times, ethel cain // captain curly's character section on the tvtropes mouthwashing page // the greatest, billie eilish // kuras' profile on the touchstarved wiki // sept 15 1983, the mountain goats // excerpt from “the hour of the star”, clarice lispector // polarize, twenty one pilots // the philsophical concept of “ren” // king, florence + the machine
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“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
— W. S. Merwin, Separation
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“Death’s inevitable, but that doesn’t make it an answer. Even very old people, very sick people, cling to life because it’s precious.”
— Nora Roberts, Sacred Sins
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But nothing works forever if you refuse to allow for flaws.
— Nora Roberts, Sacred Sins
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‘The “size” of human suffering is absolutely relative.’
—Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning (trans. Ilse Lasch)
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— Baek Sehee, I Want to Die but I Still Want to Eat Tteokbokki
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But to know one’s wounds and to pity oneself for them are two different things. Self-pity isn’t necessarily bad, but perhaps people think badly of it because those who self-pity tend to concentrate on their own suffering and ignore the pain of others.
— Baek Sehee, I Want to Die but I still Want to Eat Tteokbokki
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“How do I look away now that I have seen you?”
— — Rachel Mennies, from “April 18, 2017,” The Naomi Letters
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is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken
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oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now
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The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo
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Anaïs Nin, from Ladders to Fire; “Cities of the Interior”
Text ID: I’m insatiable, you know. I’ll ask you for the impossible.
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