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Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

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i try to speak my father’s language and it comes out sounding like an apology

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stairway to heaven, or something like that

How misleading

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“It could all be gone tomorrow. Always remember that.”

— Unknown

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no one ever told me that healing would feel like nostalgia arguing with hope.

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“Sometimes, i just want to sit outside with someone and talk all night.”

— Unknown

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okay kudos to @threeamserif because just wow

the vibes are immaculate

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it’s giving,

“I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don’t consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors […] No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite.”

(feat. the entire plot of Notes From the Underground, Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

- Acceptance (Book 3, The Southern Reach Series), Jeff VanderMeer

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dunno how to describe it but this feels like a hozier song

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Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — (631)

Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — Your Vision — was in June — And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied — too — of mine —

And overtaken in the Dark — Where You had put me down — By Some one carrying a Light — I — too — received the Sign.

'Tis true — Our Futures different lay — Your Cottage — faced the sun — While Oceans — and the North must be — On every side of mine

'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom, For mine — in Frosts — was sown — And yet, one Summer, we were Queens — But You — were crowned in June —

― Emily Dickinson

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the fact that historians publish letters post mortem is so funny to me. can you imagine 100 years in the future somebody publishes your drunken 4am texts between you and your friend and people are dissecting and writing biographies based on that???

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“I dwell in possibility” - Emily Dickinson

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America’s Asian Son

dresses in a pale yellow-white

he takes classes at the university,

studying for his master’s

His mother pours tea and tells ancestor stories,

as he chases the American Dream.

His English is “quite good”—

better than his Korean, or Japanese, or Chinese;

but he’s good at math

and he will never have to work in a rice field

His passport has PROPERTY OF USA stamped in black.

Sometimes he dreams of his grandfather,

describing life in a foreign land

and the American-born boy finally understands what it means to represent

the pastor speaks of promised land and God’s Plan

He wants to go home

but he can’t.