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cvtastrophee · 19 hours
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“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”
— Oscar Wilde
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cvtastrophee · 21 hours
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“Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.”
— Iain Thomas
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cvtastrophee · 23 hours
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Anne Carson, from Red Doc> [ID in alt text]
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cvtastrophee · 2 days
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Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel
[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]
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cvtastrophee · 2 days
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cvtastrophee · 2 days
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“In my eyes, good conversation is the birthplace of true attraction. So open up and share with me every encounter and experience that shaped you into who you are today. Tell me all about your hopes and dreams and captivate me with your passions. Arouse my curiosity and you’ll have my attention.”
— Beau Taplin
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cvtastrophee · 3 days
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“I understand that nobody understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.”
— Audrey Tautou
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cvtastrophee · 3 days
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it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed
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cvtastrophee · 3 days
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Don’t let it frighten you
that I speak so very often of
death; I mention it as often as life.
I do not seek death, I keep it
black about my heels, stamping
it down, or perhaps,
it keeps seeping up, from a broken ground.
I have loved more deeply
due to its icy encompassment,
I have held my heart beat loosely,
asking it to compress strongly but
so very quietly, to not wake death, but
to let it slumber in its mossy bed.
I have let this hope
of life, brim higher, again and again.
I slowly set myself, back against the
rough texture of reality, I breathe,
and ask life to keep hold of me.
—The Hollow Quiet
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cvtastrophee · 4 days
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one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.
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cvtastrophee · 4 days
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9. bad habit
i have a bad habit of backing out
before i see things through
not with projects; just with you
not with poems; just the muse
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cvtastrophee · 4 days
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For You
They tell me I contain great willpower, but every morning I awake to my arms reaching out.
I stay busy, keeping fresh paint beneath fingernails and playing music till my ears ring. I step on the remnants of sweet magnolias and they cling to my jaded feet.
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cvtastrophee · 5 days
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When you promise me something consider the cost for yourself if you fail, you have failed to honor your word, but consider what it costs me, my belief not only in you and in your promises but in all other promises offered to my heart from here on.
e.v.e.
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cvtastrophee · 5 days
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“First Memory,” Louise Glück
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cvtastrophee · 5 days
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I wanted to escape
like the ungrateful dogs
my dad brought home
as potential adoptees
but I just couldn’t
clear the fence
at the edge of the yard
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cvtastrophee · 6 days
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Do you wonder what I see, or how I interpret the world, and all it's distorted beauty. The books I read, and how I, sit at home, to quietly fill time, as he becomes a distant thought, drifting so elegantly out of sight. Shall I stumble in multidimensional, and intrinsic qualities, that separate, me from you, melodramatic interludes. What a powerful burden you bestow, I've politely refused, for I'm not a light, or mortal man's delicate burning muse. So, please do not beg me to breathe, the air from his lungs, an infatuated love, only to evaporate with the morning sun, for each night he will die and I will rise, in a temporary utopia, made of him and I.
Utopia
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cvtastrophee · 6 days
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“Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it. It just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you.”
— Kevin Brooks
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