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we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of

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my personal curse is the knowledge that I function best with rigid structure and strict routine but am almost totally incapable of independently establishing or maintaining that structure and routine

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“but it wasn’t that bad”

did it hurt? did you feel scared? unsafe? were you embarrassed? humiliated? terrified? did you feel confused on why? does it keep you up at night? do you avoid being in a similar situation? did you cry? did you want to cry? who told you it wasn’t that bad?

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Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall

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the thing about living with mental illness for decades is that occasionally your brain will be like hey you're useless and should kill yourself and your only real reaction is cmon man right now im in the middle of something

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Vicente Aleixandre, from Sound of the War; A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems, 1979

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— Louise Glück, from “The Untrustworthy Speaker.”

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I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace

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from steps by frank o’hara 🫶🏻

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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today’s comic loosely inspired by this song. nov 6

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May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

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It rained all night and I miss my childhood. It's a short poem, I've had a long long night and a short life. I've been trying to remember my grandpa's smile but memory is a treacherous thing. It rained all night and I miss everything I've forgotten.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

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― James Joyce, Ulysses