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the show (going out to get groceries. making myself a nice dinner. showering and opening the windows. being kind to myself in everything i do) Must go on

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Dreaming of childhood and summer and lemonade and grass with daisies in it and running through sprinklers and devouring books in an afternoon and trying to swing high enough to fly

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—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity / Icarus, 1970 - ADGER COWANS / Natalie Diaz, from Grief Work/ Escape I, 2018 by Rumi Zsófi / Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "East Boston, 1996" / :> from @mm-mina / from @averyluckyclover post found here.

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more.

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maybe this silly little coffee drink will equip me to face the unrelenting and unendurable horror of existence

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when björk said that trying to communicate through talking feels like trying to put the ocean through a straw

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wait so you can find happiness in the smallest most insignificant things in life and they’re not a distant promise but a tangible immediate reality?

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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Sometimes I Pretend.” A Maze Me: Poems for Girls

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maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold

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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Sometimes I Pretend.” A Maze Me: Poems for Girls

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endless bangtan gifs [24/∞] ➝ for @yoonqiful ♡ vid cr. outroher

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Mark Wolynn, It Didn’t Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle

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forgive yourself for things you did when you didn’t know better, for things you think you could have controlled but realistically couldn’t, for things you can’t take back. let yourself heal without reopening the wounds to punish yourself every time you’re reminded of your regret.

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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet