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from samyoukilis’ story

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I turned myself into someone I absolutely love. I light candles when I’m alone, I cook what I want for myself, I listen to music other people hate, and sometimes I even dance like a complete psychopath. I used to not cook with mushrooms because my ex hated them, I used to base my cleaning around when other people were coming over, I used to save the good wine for friends houses. But now I save the best for myself. I do what I want for me because I’m the most important one in my own life. Because what do we have if we can’t enjoy our own company?

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“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”

— Jack Gilbert, The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart

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by emilyxhughes

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by  jesshunt2

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by ph.naf

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“Sanskrit has ninety-six words for love; ancient Persian has eighty, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have thirty words for snow, because it is a life-and death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of thirty words for love … we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it come to feeling.”

— Robert Johnson, Fisher King

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“Live life as if everything is rigged in your favor.”

— Rumi

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“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other’s soul and flesh…”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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