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It all starts

And ends

In your mind.

Dr. Nicole Addison

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anyway shout out to other people in the dead parent club who are going through important benchmarks in life and keep wildly oscillating between celebrating and grieving

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“You’re never really gone, I look at the sky, I feel you there, Everywhere I go, I see you there, I miss your arms, I know you watch over me, You’re never really gone, Cause you’re in my heart.”

— @theaddictspoetry

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Book: The Pain of Healing on amazon 💛

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Łukasz Biel https://www.artstation.com/bielebny

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid

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So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

E. A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

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after the fire, from the carrying- ada limón

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— Yves Olade, from “Belovéd.”

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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"I want to look at the stars with you" "You are stardust gathered fleetingly into a form" Happy birthday @insistonyourcupofstars

Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain // Never Alone (an Expressionist interpretation of Starry Night), Mas.s // Moon song, phoebe bridgers // letters to véra, vladimir nabokov // illustrations// Carl sagan // yellow, coldplay // Evan m Cohen art // Vincent Van Gogh.