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“The strongest ones are the ones who have every reason to die but still live.”

— juansendizon

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If someone ever said this too me....😍😍😍 its as precious to a reader as when someone asks about the book your reading ❤❤

Alex Light

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“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”

— John Burroughs

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“People can change, that’s true. In a way you want your tea to be sweet, but never expect it to change into coffee. You can melt an icicle, but never expect it to change into fire. You can tame a demon and ask for a favor, but never expect them to change into an angel and wash away your sins.”

— 03/23/22, anastasiasyah

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“We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that transfiguration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.”

— Georges Duhamel, The Heart’s Domain (The Century Company, 1919)

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“I want to inspire people. One day I hope someone looks at me and says “because of you, I didn’t give up.””

— Unknown

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I have so much fucking baggage, so much pain within my heart. And if only I could let it all out somehow, somewhere, anywhere. Within your arms, but you don’t deserve to feel that kind of pain. No one does. This isn’t the kind of pain that just hurts, this is the kind of pain that consumes you into a path full of darkness. A place full of negativity, my past is a path that has no ending and if the word sad had a world my past would be it. A small planet full of negativity, a place full of trauma and brokenness. And no ones heart deserves to have to experience so much pain, and that is why I’d rather slap on a smile and pretend that everything is okay. Because I refuse to let the ones I love feel so much pain, they just don’t deserve it.

- s.e

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„When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No … don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But it is!”

— Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières

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“You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.”

— Sylvain Reynard

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“A gentle reminder that your heart is a muscle and so should be exercised regularly. Love often and love deeply.”

— Beau Taplin

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This i am learning now ❤❤❤ for once learning to take it slow and learn the other person not jump the gun and screw stuff up

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

— William C. Hannan

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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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sometimes i feel like no matter how hard i try, no matter how much i give, i will never be good enough for anyone.