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the ache of nostalgia
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i do, often, think of that quote from wislawa szymborska talking about love and the inexplicability of some of it. "great love is never justified" etc. and it truly isn't. and thank god for that.
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Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
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“And all that led me—where?”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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— Olivia Gatwood, from “The Lover As A Cult.”
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what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes
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I love you Tumblr I love you stardew valley I love you little pockets of the Internet where I can be happy
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Brian Eno and photoshop (1955)
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hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver
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Fuck everything else but am I good thing I ruined? Could I have been good?
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childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive
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google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth
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anyone else going about their life missing everything all the time
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be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.
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The ground beneath my feet keeps slipping and I don’t know how to stop it
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i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
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