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He wanted a mother, turns out, I'm just a Motherfucker.

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"goddess" "matriarchy" "female wisdom" girl your civic rights

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#therapy

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“If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me too.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love

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Repeat after me:

I am worthy just as I am.

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"I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again."

//Arthur Miller, The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts

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i don’t wanna be with someone who takes my communication as arguing.

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“That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”

— John Green

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“You become what you surround yourself with. Energies are contagious. Choose carefully. Your environment will become you.”

— Unknown

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“We must accept the end of something in order to build something new.”

— Unknown

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Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022

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I will always love you but I cannot look at you

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“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Unknown

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But what do you do if the monster does not look like a monster? What if you love it? What if it hasn’t always been a monster?