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I like criticism. It makes you strong.

LeBron James

“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

Stephen King

It's okay if I'm not your favorite chapter you have written, but I hope you sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was still apart of.

Unknown

It’s cute when someone stays up late to talk to you.

Abusers will cross your boundaries on purpose, harass you, drive you to guilt, discomfort, sleeplessness, make you so paranoid you make mistakes and then point a finger at you and say “see? It’s all your own fault.”

Call me in the middle of the night and tell me you can’t sleep without me.

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Ernest Hemingway

Nazik al-Mala’ika, from ‘I am’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)

[Text ID: “The self asks me who I am Baffled, I stare into the dark Nothing brings me peace I ask, but the answer Remains hooded in mirage I keep thinking it is near Upon reaching it, it dissolves”]

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis

Your simple “I miss you” message means everything to me.

Mary Oliver, from Devotions; “Little dog’s rhapsody in the night (Percy three)”

My only relationship goal is someone who motivates me to be a better person and shows me the potential I don’t normally see in myself.

They promise me the world will keep on spinning without you, but honestly, that is what worries me most

Beau Taplin

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

Melissa Cox

I automatically smile when you message me.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I miss myself.

I can’t even look at you without wanting to kiss you.

Garden of Exile: Poems, ‘Exile’ by Aleida Rodríguez