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You seem in an awful hurry to die. -Warrior Cats
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Then become the dirt I walk on. - @pukicho
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I am not a man/trapped in a woman’s body,/but a woman held prisoner/in a world/expecting me to fit/into uncomfortable shoes/and walk with a swing of the hips/along roads that lead to alien pastures./Call it perspiration or sweat,/ but know that it is wet, just the same/My glow is laced/with grit and grease/from the front axle./It’s my car,/so I fix it,/and then I fix/dinner/and wash the laundry/happy to hang her sweaters and socks to dry./When I have the time,/ I alternate her underwear on the line/ with mine,/ knowing that nobody cares but me./I have only myself to please,/ and enjoy tinkering, creating, rebuilding./I love the songs that spin from my bicycle/ after I’ve freshly packed the bearings,/the melody my cat purrs when I stroke/ the thick fur surrounding his ears./ I love the smell that kicks/ when my chain saw chews pine/ as much as a fresh cut of roses./ I rock with pleasure/ as the silent rhythms my body finds/shoveling snow,walking in sand,/and breathing beside the woman I love./I revel in the salty taste of sweat/ hanging on my upper lip/when my work demands it./All responses are womanly/because they are mine./I have only myself to please,/and it pleases me to love her.  -Nancy Boutilier, Because they are mine
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How long is forever? 
        Sometimes just one second.-Alice in Wonderland
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo. -Anon
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We did not crumble, we did not back down. We stood eye to eye with violence and it blinked first. -Welcome To NightVale
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Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate./Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. “Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “ Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “everything that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.” -May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss
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For a lot of people, life is just one long, hard kick in the urethra, and sometimes when you get home from a long day of getting kicked in the urethra, you just want to watch a show about good, likable people who love each other, where, you know, no matter what happens, at the end of 30 minutes, everything's gonna turn out okay. -Bojack Horseman, Bojack Horseman
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Do the tides command this ship?
           No, princess.
And if I were to have you thrown overboard, would the tides think twice about smashing you against the rocky shore?
          No, princess.
Well, then, maybe you should worry less about the tides, who’ve already made up their mind about killing you,  and worry more about me, who’s still mulling it over. -Avatar the Last Airbender
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But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?/It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!...As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven/Would through the airy region stream so bright/That birds would sing and think it were not night./See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!/O that I were a glove upon that hand,/That I might touch that cheek! -Romeo, Romeo and Juliet
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There once was a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her-- immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love. When I met Ana, I knew: I loved her to the point of invention.” ― Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House
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And the universe said I love you
And the universe said you have played the game well
And the universe said everything you need is within you
And the universe said you are stronger than you know 
And the universe said you are the daylight
And the universe said you are the night 
And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
And the universe said the light you seek is within you
And the universe said you are not alone. -Minecraft End Poem
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The antidote to despair is action. -Justin Mcelroy
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All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times, but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience. -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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 What brings me joy is… life.  I think you can find joy anywhere in life, I think it’s a conscious choice. I think you choose joy in life. And no matter how bad things are, no matter how crummy, no matter how dark, no matter how many times some guy named John kills your ass- you find joy. I’ve found joy, honest to God, getting to know you.  I’ve found joy playing chess with you. I have enjoyed-I haven’t enjoyed you know, getting my ass killed, but I find joy in whatever I do. I don’t always do things right, and I don’t always do things smart, and I don’t always do a character voice,  but whatever I do, I find joy in it. -Clint Mcelroy, The Adventure Zone: Balance
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What If An Angel And A Demon Fell In Love? Wouldn’t That Be Nifty
Oh lover, you’re a triumph, an undone calamity As flagrantly forbidden as the fruit up Eden’s tree I’m coiled like a caliphate; your hand crawls up my thigh The only of the seven sins you never can deny You’ll never say you love me, though; you can’t admit you care You won’t admit you love me like the drowning love the air You claim that I am nothing but the pride before the fall And maybe I have fallen, but I love you, after all For I’m a devil; I can raise, then raze, than radiate I am a devil; I bleed black as ichor soaked in hate
I am a devil; I deal in the secret side of pain Renunciation of salvation, dreamers down the drain. And you’re an angel; you protect and guard all wondrous things You are an angel; you can rest the wide world on your wings You are an angel; you give the ineffable a voice You’re absolutes and absolution; I’m the thrill of choice. Oh, lover, you are swords and crowns, crucifictitious tears, You’re covenants and convents and ecclesiastic years, Evangelist, avenger, Jonah in the wailing wall Pour plagues into the populace and kill the first sons, all
You want to say you love me like all demons love despair I want to say I love you like all angels love their prayer Oh lover, I’ll prostrate myself and never cut my hair, Oh lover, I have loved you since before the stars were there You are an angel; you can lead the righteous in attack I am a devil; I can lead the wretched fighting back, I live to love you; it cleaves like a comet ’cross my soul You incarnation of creation I cannot control Though I cannot be holy, when I’m with you, I am whole. -@aziraphalesbian
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When I am with him, smoking or talking quietly ahead, or whatever it may be, I see, beyond my own happiness and intimacy, occasional glimpses of the happiness of 1000s of others whose names I shall never hear, and know that there is a great unrecorded history. -E.M. Forster
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