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kryze · 2 years
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But endurance had always been my virtue and I kept on.
Madeline Miller, Circe (via luthienne)
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kryze · 2 years
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i hate pessimistic takes on human nature so much
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kryze · 2 years
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“Someday your children are going to figure out who you are, just like you figured out who your parents are. Make sure you’re being the person they can be proud of when they figure it out.”
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kryze · 2 years
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hope is a skill
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kryze · 2 years
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Eldest daughters, arent you tired of de escalating? Dont you just wanna go ape shit?
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kryze · 2 years
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On the Pulse of Morning By Maya Angelou
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kryze · 2 years
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                       i am  whole   &&   broken in one 
                                  a stained glass picture of what i could be
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kryze · 2 years
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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise again.
Victor Hugo (via quotemadness)
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kryze · 2 years
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Jane Kenyon, “Evening Sun”
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kryze · 2 years
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Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “Hunter’s moon”
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kryze · 2 years
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just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense
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kryze · 2 years
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You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.
Camryn Prince (via quotefeeling)
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kryze · 2 years
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I am a trembling in your throats; your words are smeared with my blood.
Adonis, from ‘Psalm’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
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kryze · 2 years
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“You laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr.”
— – Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via lachantefleurie)
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kryze · 2 years
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“A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future”
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus 
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kryze · 2 years
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I think so much about how female sainthood is essentially raising your head, staring the world into its blind eyes and then saying no. 
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kryze · 2 years
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“Surely it is a privilege to approach the end / still believing in something.”
— Louise Glück, from “October,” Averno: Poems
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