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And when i had to leave you

I went home and bought your skin lotion

And i bought the same toothpaste you used

So i could smell like you

And feel like i kept a part of you to myself

Even after our ways had to part

At the blossom of our friendship.

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"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence."

– R. Arnold

"I'm a master of speaking silently—all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence."

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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someone rb with some low-mid res diets for me to try 🙏🙏🙏

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“Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love with someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.”

— Clementine von Radics

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“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”

— Aldous Huxley

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“Be messy and complicated and afraid and show up anyways.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton

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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

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“If you miss them, that means you’re lucky. It means you had someone special in your life, someone worth missing.”

— Nathan Scott

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“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff

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“That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow”

— Anne Sexton, Taken From ‘A Self-Portrait In Letters’ (via watchoutforintellect)

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Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?

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“I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we’re all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.”

— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us

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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)