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“First love does not mean best love. And best friends may not mean best friends forever. But they both mean at some point, somewhere, someone did care. And their memories still there.”

— Crywank - Welcome To Castle Irwell

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maggie smith is right low-key......like you could make this place beautiful

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Devin Kelly, from "How to Drown"

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Devin Kelly, from “The Monk Who Quit Smoking”

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mary oliver I’ll be honest I have not endured loneliness with grace

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Flowers

by Wendy Cope

Some men never think of it. You did. You’d come along And say you’d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -- The sort that minds like ours Dream up incessantly. You thought I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But, look, the flowers you nearly brought Have lasted all this while.

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Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers

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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Anti-Elegy"

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Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

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If I picked a lucky penny up and asked you to marry me for my money would you say something that would make me leave this party blushing so hard the sun would rise at 2 a.m.?

Andrea Gibson, from "Perennial"

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Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

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Margaret Atwood, from ‘Crickets’, The Door (2007)

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thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

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I am good. I am loved.

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you are not a wasteland you just need ibuprofen and a hot bath and a shower and a nutritious meal and some water and some fresh air and to do something productive and to do something creative and to do something that takes physical exertion and to do something social

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Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation