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When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What's heaven to a woman's love anyway? What's God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that's a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone's right about us and we're sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what's God to a woman's love anyway? What has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

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"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

_Edgar Allan Poe_

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For every person who thinks you're "too quiet" there's one who thinks you're an amazing listener. For every person who thinks you're "too clingy" there's one who loves how much and how openly you care about others. For every person who thinks you're "too weird" there's one who admires how you dare to stand out from the crowd. For every person who thinks you're "too sensitive" there's one who respects you for being so in touch with your feelings. For every person who thinks you're "too confident" there's one who thinks your self respect is an inspiration. What's a negative trait in one person's eyes might be exactly what someone else is looking for. It's not black or white.

_compassionatereminders_

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I wonder how many people

I know are out there,

battling demons and leviathans

alone on this cold night.

How many people I know

who tell me they are fine,

and know how to expertly hide

the cry for help behind their eyes.

How many are just

a helping hand away

from a moment that could

better their entire life.

And how many will never ask,

instead ball up these terrible things

inside themselves thinking they

are all alone in their fight.

It is a sobering thought:

Everyone we love and know

and hate are all suffering

in some great or small way.

This is why we must

be swift with our kindness.

make greater efforts at compassion

when we ask someone if they are okay.

_Nikita Gill_

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"Of all the sad things I have ever heard, 'I used to be so happy' is the most heartbreaking of all."

_Nikita Gill_

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"Death is the mother of beauty," said Henry.

"And what is beauty?"

"Terror."

"Well said," said Julian. "Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming."

"And if beauty is terror," said Julian,

"then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?"

"To live," said Camilla.

"To live forever," said Bunny.

_Donna Tartt; The Secret History_

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"Do we exist because others perceive our existence, or is, indeed, our own affirmation enough?"

_Camus Comprix; Unsouled-Unwind Dystology_

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"There are some people you'll never see again. At least, not in the same way."

_lain S. Thomas; I Wrote This For You_

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"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart...I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly."

_Sylvia Plath; The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath_

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"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."

_Edgar Allan Poe_

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I'm so laid back, i only care about like three things in the world:

1. books, hot chocolate, my favorite fictional character, coffee, rain, music, classic literature.

2. every person on this earth and their opinion of me.

3. the crushing psychological weight of being alive.

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Looking at the moon from your bedroom window is an emotion, an emotion that draws out longings even you aren't aware of.

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Driving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make

the new street yours.

Trees outside the window and a big band sound that makes you feel like

everything's okay,

a feeling that lasts for one song maybe,

the parentheses all clicking shut behind you.

The way we move through time and space, or only time.

The way it's night for many miles, and then suddenly

it's not, it's breakfast

and you're standing in the shower for over an hour,

holding the bar of soap up to the light.

I will keep watch. I will water the yard.

Knot the tie and go to work. Unknot the tie and go to sleep.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things

that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

The trees in wind, the streetlights on,

the click and flash of cigarettes

being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight.

It spins like a wheel inside you: green yellow, green blue,

green beautiful green.

It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

_Richard Siken; Crush(Yale Series of Younger Poets)_

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"I like depth. I like when I can look at something and feel it in my heart. I like when I can read a sentence with few words and feel like I'm drowning. I'm not a masochist or a sadist, I just enjoy the quiet reminders that my heart does more than pump blood."

_Notoriouslye_

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"I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself."

_Tana French; In the Woods_

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Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you.

Stop waiting for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,

for an end to your sadness in Keats.

He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.

Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.

Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.

Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.

_Emily Palermo_

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