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It’s about how gentle you can be; with the rain that you’re touching, the grass you’re running on, the sunset you’re watching, the hands you’re holding, the flower you’re picking, the heart you’re feeling, the breath you’re taking; it’s about how gentle you are

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My professor said, “you don’t truly love someone until they’ve hurt you and you still think of them as the greatest person you’ve ever met. Love is a violent act.”

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“Believe me, what you want is someone to have dinner with. Sleep with from time to time, telephone every day or write. It’s what you set up that is defeating. Make it very modest. And give yourself permission to make a few mistakes. You know, blow it a bit. Have a few drinks and fall into bed with somebody. It doesn’t have to be the final thing.”

- Leonard Cohen on relationships, 2007

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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If someone starts crying over something that seems small, don’t be mean about it. Most of the time there’s a bigger picture, so just because they’re upset over the Wi-fi not connecting or a bottle being hard to open doesn’t mean that’s what they’re actually upset about.

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Asking someone to finish their story when they get cut off in a group conversation. It's such little gestures that mean the most

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Mary Oliver, from “The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac”, Blue Horses

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Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship or, The Book of Delights written in 1969

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Louise Glück, from "Blue Rotunda", Averno

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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Adam of two Edens: Selected Poems; "Why Have You Left the Horse Alone?,"

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Can you explain this gap in your blog history

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they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you

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my love language is putting my leg over yours

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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “Angie”

[Text ID: “drenched in you, chanting your name.”]

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Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890)

Tuin te Arles

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…but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet