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“Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.

- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved

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لم يكن حلما أن أكون معك. كانت صلاة ...

It wasn't a dream to be with you. It was a prayer...

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“Don’t let people with little dreams tell you that yours are too big.”

— Unknown

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“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”

— iambrillyant

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Theories about the universe”

[Text ID: “When I want something / with my whole being, and the universe withholds it / from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, / Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, / but she does not understand how it will hurt.”]

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Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.

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Victoria Chang, “Foghorn”

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“Some things you know all your life. They are so simple and true they must be said without elegance, meter and rhyme, they must be laid on the table beside the salt shaker, the glass of water, the absence of light gathering in the shadows of picture frames, they must be naked and alone, they must stand for themselves.”

— Philip Levine, from The Simple Truth (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.”

— John Green

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“Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.”

— Unknown

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“I am living / at the centre / of a wound still fresh.”

— — Octavio Paz, from “Dawn,” The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz, tr. Eliot Weinberger

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“Sometimes you wonder, someday you will understand.”

— Dustin Rose

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“I’d like to believe my life is worthy of all this decay.”

— — Micheline Maylor, from “Portrait of My Life as a Nurse Log,” The Bad Wife

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“Telling someone why you love them is like explaining what water tastes like.”

— Unknown