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reverie-quotes · 2 days ago
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And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.
— Madeleine Miller, The Song of Achilles
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drip-2-hard · 8 months ago
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seraphic-studies · 10 months ago
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This. This is the one.
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goldcoasthoney · 2 months ago
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ellisnightingale · a year ago
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“Tomorrow might look different. You’ll have to wait and see. The world is never frozen still, it changes gradually. Then suddenly it’s all transformed, and you can see it too, and you wonder why you’d ever doubt grey skies would turn to blue.”
— Ellis Nightingale
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bewitched-moonlight · 7 months ago
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Twenty-three
One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your mother after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great-aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here. But seventeen-year-old you was wrong because you know only some things and not everything.
You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore; it’s “Mum and Dad’s”. You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after breakups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry-flavored milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen-year-old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realize you still don’t have the first clue.
─ Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts
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