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Louise Glück, “Snowdrops”
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Moons of Late July
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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                                                                       None of it helps me. Do you understand? None of it helps me.  
The Banshees of Inisherin   2022  dir.    Martin McDonaghe 
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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Wishing You were Here, Wishing you were There
Never called you perfect Never thought you were Never said I hated you Never felt I could I said I loved you Maybe a time too many But I don’t care There was a time you needed me And I always tried to be there Crying in parking lots of baseball fields Crying in your room Crying in my arms I tried be there Because you hurt Because you were in need Never called you perfect And left without a word Never said I hated you And then tell you how to live All I tried to be was your lover Your friend Unconditionally Now I talk to myself Wishing you were here
Wishing you were there
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Raquel Forner (Argentinian, 1902-1988) - Sueno del Terraqueo (1977)
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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feeling validated, heard, seen, and acknowledged in a friendship is so important. it’s the most beautiful feeling i think. being able to tell someone the most private feelings, exposing yourself at the most vulnerable, and being met with empathy, understanding, and confirmation that you’re not just being whiny, spoiled, ungrateful, or any of the other self-deprecating things you tell yourself you are when you’re breaking down. to have someone bring you back to reality when you’re busy minimising your struggles, yeah, that’s really beautiful and it’s truthful. someone who sees you where you are exactly as you are, not better or worse. just you. that’s so important in a friendship. definitely the most beautiful feeling.
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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no, they don’t secretly hate you.
no, they’re not secretly working against you.
no, they aren’t mastermind lying to you.
be careful to not allow your anxiety and past trauma access to the controls so they can direct your thoughts down a dark path. whether this is about a significant other, your best friend, a family member, or anybody you have close to you and have a great bond with.. don’t let intrusive thoughts hammer down on it. people like you. they’re honest and open with you, cause they care about you. trust in that.
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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I think sometimes people look at older people and avoid them, thinking perhaps getting older is contagious, and they don’t want to catch it.
But getting older is knowledge If you accept it as your due course
and look on it with the curiosity of a child
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pierre1056 · 1 year
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Never called you perfect Never thought you were Never said I hated you Never felt I could I said I loved you Maybe a time too many But I don’t care There was a time you needed me And I always tried to be there Crying in parking lots of baseball fields Crying in your room Crying in my arms I tried be there Because you hurt Because you were in need Never called you perfect And left without a word Never said I hated And then tell you how to live All I tried to be was your lover Your friend Unconditionally Now I talk to myself Wishing you were there
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William Crozier (Irish, 1930-2011), Crossmaglen Crucifixion, 1975. Oil on canvas
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