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- rebecca solnit

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  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

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I don't want to look 'hot'. I want to look alluring, hauntung, bewitching. I want to look like the kind of person hozier would write a song about.

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Patient, unending, and pervasive...like a shadow i cannot shake even in the darkest of nights and at the same time a companion to keep me from ever being truly alone...a sweetly painful comfort.

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I’m so much more productive after the sun goes down. While the sun is up I feel the weight of having to do things and it just overwhelms me.

But when the sun has gone to bed suddenly my time is my own. I can do with it what I will and oftentimes that means the cleaning I’ve been meaning to do, the projects I’ve been putting off. They suddenly don’t seem overwhelming to me.

I like it when the sun goes down.

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Michael Cunningham, The Hours

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Getting my hopes up hardy ever works out for me...why won't that lesson just stick. It just hurts

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What she says: I’m fine! (I don’t know why it’s coming out all high and squeaky, because really, I’M FINE.)

What she means: “I’m real, sweetling” is just playing on loop in my head to a background track of continuous screeching, provided by me.

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“I thought they’d killed you. I lost my temper.“ Numair’s eyes danced. "Magelet, that is the greatest understatement I have heard in my life.”

— Tamora Pierce (Emperor Mage)

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Tamora Pierce either shaped the person you are today OR you have never heard of her. There is no in between. 

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I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself — as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but l'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

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Even if only for me and myself or you and yourself....bring this back. This sings to me the melody of rainstorms and candles, midnight drives and mysteries. This calls like the unknown around a bend in the path not yet taken.

once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

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i just want to lay in bed and read books all day and not participate in life

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This!

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“I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.”

— Sarah Addison Allen (via meineluft)

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Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

— Sylvia Plath

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i simultaneously want to take a nap forever and do everything in the world.