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“it’ll hit you in flashes. no more good morning text, no more goodnight kisses. the sheets don’t smell like him anymore and his toothbrush is gone. you’ll miss the way his arms felt the way they slid around your waist after a long day. how he kissed will haunt you. you will feel the ghost of his lips late at night when your only company is the blinking red LED of the clock. you will worry about him, all alone in that house. you’ll wonder at 2 am if he too is awake and thinking of you. you pick up your phone to call him but think better of it. you remember he’s not yours to take care of, not anymore. at 2 am it hits you. he’s gone. he’s really gone.”

— j.e.b. ((you didn’t think he was truly going to stay, did you?))

#mine

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Did it jiggle when you fell from heaven?

duh

#anon #postal service

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i keep hoping you’re happy but do i really? do i want you to live so effortlessly happy with the woman of your dreams? do i want you to struggle for breath every time you see my name? do i want you to take care of others the way you took care of me? do i want you to live without a void where i used to be? do i want you to move on? do i want you to move on?

- j.e.b. (( do you even think about me? ))

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the thing about having hope is that it is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so difficult. but you have to do it anyway

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anxiety will not change the future & regret will not change the past. work with what you have!!!!!

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“Touch conceals all kinds of violence and all kinds of gentleness, as well as all the violent gentle things. In a certain sense all touch is violent. The softest of touches puts a limit on intactness, yours or mine.”

— Portraits of Portraits: The Very Day/Light of Roni Horn, Hélène Cixous, tr. Eric Prenowitz

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august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street

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The Jacaranda Years by Yiwei Chai

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one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

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holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

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THINGS DON'T NEED TO BE PERMANENT TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!! VALUE IS NOT STORED IN PERMENANCE!! TO BE ALIVE IS TO EXPERIENCE EVANESCENCE!!!

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Guess I just won’t understand things for a while and I’ll have to be okay with that

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Mary Oliver, from “We Should Be Well Prepared”, Red Bird

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maybe life is all about waking up every day and trying to learn how to appreciate the beauty of the world without allowing the ugliness of everything that has happened to me in the past to interfere with it

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

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shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.