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movedtofailhag2:

you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.

escapinglifee:

“Death only touches those who fear him. So flirt, dance, and spit on the feet of death. Bare your teeth and growl darling, nothing can touch you now.”

— 3 months and 28 overdoses later, I’ve discovered I have no fear (via frail-cat)

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theoptia:

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Euripides, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne Carson

Text ID: Gods are stubborn. So am I.

feral-ballad:

I think I learned love from a hunter and all I do now is listen for gunshots.

Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity

onlinecounsellingcollege:

“My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.”

— Unknown

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

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Aldous Huxley, from “Brave New World.”

audoneout:

when noah kahan said, “and i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver, and the rest around my heart; i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it’s a start” i felt that. i’m a sucker for a judas reference

orionfalling:

when noah kahan said “drive slowly. i know every route in this county. maybe that ain’t such a bad thing? i’ll tell you where not to speed.” and when he said “why am i so obsessive? hangin on to every sentence? this town’s the same as u left it; your page was blank but i read it!” and when he said “honey come over, the party’s gone slower n no one will tempt you - we know you got sober. there’s orange juice in the kitchen, bought for the children. it’s yours if you want it. we’re just glad you could visit.” and when he said “oh, this town’s for the record now! the intersection got a target and they’re calling it downtown.” and when he said “i got dreams but i can’t make myself believe them, spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in.”

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trees-and-planets:

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— Albert Camus, The Possessed

[ Text ID: Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy. ]

jondrettegirls:

weltenwellen:

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Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[ID: text which reads, “I, too, have been losing my gentleness since the first young wound.” end text. End ID.]

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