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Watching a soft person come out of a family of insensitive and hard hearted people is like watching a little beam of sunshine come out on the rainiest days.No one ever actually moved the clouds for them,no one ever taught them kindness,it was a choice,one that they made every day.They didn’t just survive the bad days,they came out of it as a softer person.It’s not like the issues didn’t effect them,and it’s not like they didn’t cry rivers over it,but they knew better than to continue the cycle of pain and sadness.

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I open and close this app like it's a fridge

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whats it like to lock your fingers with someone you love

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

-Sylvia Plath

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Mahmoud Darwish, from "In the Presence of Absence," originally published in 2006

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this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

Lisel Mueller, The Private Life: Poems

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The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown

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“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”

— John Green, Looking for Alaska

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

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{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}