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WAIT. Not to be controversial but. What if I just enjoy life for what it is right now instead of stressing about what I’ve yet to get out of it. What if I choose to enjoy this time……I know that once it goes, I won’t get it back from anywhere

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in order to lead a happy life im gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit

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I know no one who has embraced a love ethic whose life has not become joyous and more fulfilling. The widespread assumption that ethical behaviour takes the fun out of life is false. In actuality, living ethically ensures that relationships in our lives, including encounters with strangers, nurture our spiritual growth. Behaving unethically, with no thought to the consequences of our actions, is a bit like eating tons of junk food. While it may taste good, in the end the body is never really adequately nourished and remains in a constant state of lack and longing. Our souls feel this lack when we act unethically, behaving in ways that diminish our spirits and dehumanise others.

bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions

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“Not that it would do any good to try to explain what her life used to be like. He wouldn’t understand, and that may be the reason she’s in love with him. He couldn’t imagine some of the things she’s done. And when she’s with him, neither can she.”

— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

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“Let me die having been worth loving. Let the need for love be enough.”

— Dave Harris, from Patricide

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“should i forgive myself for the cruelty i showed when i was most beaten down, clawing up the walls of my heart with an icepick?”

— Raquel Salas Rivera, from “Selections from while they sleep (under bed is another country)”

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“But love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible. You’re the muscle I cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) the flesh back, the real thing, if only to rail against it, if only to argue and fight, if only to miss a solve-able absence.”

— Ada Limón, from “In A Mexican Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me“,  Bright Dead Things

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“I used to be something, someone wrapped in entirety. I used to be answers, semesters of filled in bubble sheets.”

— Shavontae Patrick, "Nothingness"

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“—[desperately] don’t you see? I took mercy on myself. Nobody else would. So I saved myself from grief, I did what was needed. I took mercy on me. I took mercy on me.”

— Amrita C., from “Dhumavati,” Incarnate

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“You can’t say no to a question you were never asked.”

— Blythe Baird, “I Don’t Have to Forgive You”

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“For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that somebody finally loved me, like for real… they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I’ve breathed all of them in so deeply that I’ve nearly choked and died on every soul that I’ve ever given myself to.”

— Jennifer Elisabeth, Born Ready: Unleash Your Inner Dream Girl

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“What I also mean to say is that I recognize the focus. The impulse to know someone else before you reveal yourself. The impulse to know someone else because you have never been asked to reveal yourself. The impulse to know someone else because otherwise, you do not know yourself. The impulse to know someone else because you are self-conscious of your whole self, the one that fills up too many rooms, so much space. The impulse to hide how much space you need. The impulse to hide what you need.”

— Yanyi, from “Dependence,” published in Granta (via lifeinpoetry)

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“We want so much, When perhaps we live best In the spaces between loves,That unconscious roving, The heart its own rough animal.”

— Tracy K. Smith,  “A Hunger So Honed”

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“I was not searching for anything or anyone, I was searching for everything, searching for everyone”

— Octavio Paz, from ‘1930: Scenic Views’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

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stone butch blues, leslie feinberg / wild geese, mary oliver