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“I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”

— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

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“Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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“A careful inventory of all your past experiences may disclose the startling fact that everything has happened for the best.”

— Unknown

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The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.

Rodger Kamenetz, from Terra Infirma (University of Arkansas Press, 1985)

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“All you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand and you will see in it all the marvels of creation.”

— Paulo Coelho

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loving you is sunlight.

[andrew garfield about emma stone || david viscott || sunset, jungho lee || bloodsport, yves oalde || carry on, rainbow rowell || kissing god goodbye, june jordan || uknown || sunlight, hozier]

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“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

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-William Wordsworth

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“Do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have?”

-Amanda Lovelace

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There’s something in the way you breathe. You inhale gently, as if the air is fragile and all of the atmosphere would shatter if you play too rough. You hold it. You exhale the deepest parts of you. Bad blood and toxic waste. So slowly. So heavy. So heavy.

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Sanctificum, Chris Abani

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I’m a reader. A writer. A listener. But I have to say. Having you blurt about your day for 5 minutes is better than any book I’ve saved from childhood. More significant than every page of scribbled ideas in a diary from my teenage years tucked away for safekeeping. More soothing to the ears than any self-help podcast from my early 20s. Cover to cover, you’re my favourite story teller.