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sometimes it seems like there is this general lack of love in your life and i am not necessarily talking about romantic love, but an absence of all sorts of love. as if the warmth has disappeared and just left a feeling that something is missing. i hope that you find love in yourself in the meantime, i hope you hang on until you feel that warmth in again, regardless of what caused it to spark again.

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— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom

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a scrap from feeling like shit (but also a little taken care of)

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 — To the Young Who Want to Die, Gwendolyn Brooks  

[ text ID: Graves grow no green that you can use. / Remember, green’s your color. / You are Spring. ]

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my ultimate fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy being alive

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Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

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“I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.”

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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a veces siento tanto y tan intenso y a veces no siento nada de nada

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James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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e.e. cummings, from “my love” (from Tulips), Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “thy wrists are holy which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood”]

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Mary Oliver

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Colum McCann // Franz Kafka

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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”

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being insanely obsessive will not get u anywhere but it sure do pass the time

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“I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.”

— Claudia Gray

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— Yū Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station