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[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]

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I knew from the beginning that I found you only to lose you, and that I loved you only to miss you. We met by chance, two arrows in opposite directions, inevitable was the meeting and inevitable was the farewell.

-Ghada al-Samman

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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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There were times I was kind when I should have been cruel and times I was cruel when I should have been kind.

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𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪ㅤ𓈒

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2025

this time will pass anyways.

not every haunting is a horror.

there are things that trying solves but this is not one of them.

the rain will never stop falling.

leap too into the light if given the chance.

let's not hurt each other if we can.

you are everything that has not yet been lost.

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Ta-Nehisi Coates, from Between the World and Me

Text ID: The pursuit of knowing was freedom to me, the right to declare your own curiosities and follow them through all manner of books. I was made for the library, not the classroom. The classroom was a jail of other people's interests. The library was open, unending, free.

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yknow sometimes you’re doing good and then you wake up and it’s your birthday and it’s been four months since your friend died and you’ll always be older than him. and his mom sends you a card and a pair of cassette earrings and you think back to that christmas a year ago when you gave him a cassette player and a bunch of your old tapes. and you cry on your birthday because he’ll be fifteen forever and no one’s ever gonna be there to tell you that you’re getting old when you get to school.

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Some of my favorites from @ladysansalannister!

Hope is a sword with no hilt// In another universe //What if I had not opened the door// All I ever asked of you// You are a great person but// In the darkness// Missing you is like// When they put you in the ground// I am more longing than woman// When they put you in the ground// All good things left with you// Grief is so heavy// So this is life//You can talk to the dead but// There is something rotten// I'm all sharp edges// I survived before you

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”

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I’m trying to be more understanding of people. But I just can’t. A lot of you are fucking idiots and I can’t relate.

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I bring her coffee in the morning. She brings me inner peace. I take her out to fancy restaurants. She takes the sadness out of me.

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There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

— Virginia Woolf

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When Anaïs Nin said “I don’t want worship. I want understanding,” and when George Orwell said “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood,” and when Marina Tsvetaeva said “In my early childhood, for as long as I can remember, I thought that I wanted to be loved. Now I know and tell everyone: I don’t need love, I need understanding.”

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Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House