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If you are happy, who honestly cares.
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Books are like my personal diary, each line is a relatable thought, each story is a relatable touch to my feelings...
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What good is sorry? If even after years the hurt comes back to me when I see your face, the sadness comes back to me when I look in your eyes...what good is it?
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"i got myself some little treats and now life isn't so hard anymore" local woman admits
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sometimes words are enough to break you more than a breakup. yeah im talking about finishing a good book
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no i’m not lonely yes i tear up when i see random families and friend groups in public. i do it on purpose. i do it for fun. ok
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not to be dramatic, but life really is about choosing love despite
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fuck anyone who has ever made you feel like you're not enough
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"I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes."
-- Darling, from If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power (2022), Halsey
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it’s so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love
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The fulfillment of life you feel when you are eating cake in the middle of the night like a rabid dog while dieting. Indescribable.
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Stop asking me about my future, I'll cry...
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I shut my eyes, and the music broke me over like a rainstorm.
-Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar.
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The more I am reminded of my present reality, the more i realize my dreams and aspirations are further to reach than what I've envisioned. I can always change it. It does, however, kill me slowly, knowing that it isn't as close to happening as I had hoped.
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True nostalgia is remembering old school fights...
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So much of how love should be is taught to us by people who didn't love us really.
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Not every wanderers are lost, some are there to redeem their thirst.
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