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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Landing"

local girl sitting on the floor contemplating cancelling plans once again to spend yet another day rotting in her bed in the dark with echoes of “to love i had to be there. i had to be there to be loved” endlessly playing in her mind

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local girl sitting on the floor contemplating cancelling plans once again to spend yet another day rotting in her bed in the dark with echoes of “to love i had to be there. i had to be there to be loved” endlessly playing in her mind

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𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚕, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟶)

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this one right here

that one quote about airports witnessing more sincere kisses than wedding halls because love is felt more when it’s leaving

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that one quote about airports witnessing more sincere kisses than wedding halls because love is felt more when it’s leaving

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I'm like if a 14 year old got older

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addicted to relationships where one person is a ghost but it's unclear who's haunting who

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women in their 20s in college are like i will literally kill myself

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i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

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wanting time to pass because life is hard to deal with at the time vs the never ending anxiety over the passage of time

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I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

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me trying to be supportive: can i offer you a nice "we should kill them" in this trying time?

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thinking of that one poem about grief that goes something like “at the end of the day, there is only you and your grief; reluctantly dancing, trying to avoid stepping on each other's toes, and occasionally failing… but when you go home and fall asleep, grief will gently shake you again and you’ll have no choice but to dance again.”

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thinking of that one poem about grief that goes something like “at the end of the day, there is only you and your grief; reluctantly dancing, trying to avoid stepping on each other's toes, and occasionally failing… but when you go home and fall asleep, grief will gently shake you awake and you’ll have no choice but to dance again.”

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Ppl who had time for romance in high school we are so different. i was busy fighting for my life in my head

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i am soooo normal about august and definitely don’t have salt air and the rust on your door i never needed anything more playing on a loop in my head and i’m definitely not cancelling any plans in hopes of someone calling and asking me to meet them behind the mall