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The silent telephone and his complete absence fill the house with a peculiar weight, as every creak and shadow conjures his presence, making the air heavy with the suffocating poltergeist of unsaid words.
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The ache in my chest clings to the soft palate of memory long after the last shared word has dissolved on my tongue. It is the residue of something consumed - lived through and now gone.
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"Do you know what punishments I've endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men's most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence."
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—Brent Weeks
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I love you in the quiet space my soul has only for you,
Where it keeps all it desperately dreams of and wants,
Where love overflows and poetry paints the sky in tenderness, unbound,
Where my tears flow because you are that kind of joy that transcends all!
e.v.e.
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Hit the hay so hard last night that i found the needle
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Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother Aurelia, written c. August 1954, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
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Santa Monica Blvd, Los Angeles -- January 25th, 2025
Etsy
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woke up dehydrated and deliriously thought "i need to call my senator about this." notably im not american i don't have a senator but even if i did what's he gonna do, deliver fresh water straight to my mouth? make the sun be less warm?
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Love really is just "I’m thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you'd like this book. I miss you when you aren't here." isn't it?
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