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We’re not the same

You say “I gotta let you go” like you’re hanging up a call, I say “I gotta let you go” like your skin burns mine while we’re holding hands

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Let me make this clear,

You do not owe your parents anything for existing

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In honor of Father’s Day,

Thank you to all of the siblings who stepped up even though it wasn’t their responsibility, thank you to all the teachers who were more like parents than those who claimed to have raised us, thank you to single mothers who are doing the best they can (it is enough), and thank you to the fathers who were there for their children out of love and not obligation.

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How much must you endure before you let yourself rest

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***** PJO Spoiler******

If you have not read the books and don’t want spoilers don’t read it.

My name is Luke

I am a swordsman

Not a dad so you must be a whore then

And I just turned nineteen

All we wanted was just to be seen

I ran away and will never see my mother

I lost my sisters never was a good brother

My dad is trying to fix his mistakes

Like her mind, Mom’s heart breaks

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TSC SPOILER!!!!!!!!!!

The way that Neil didn’t even ask Andrew to go to California with him because he knows what Andrew’s life in the foster care system was like…

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You know that Remus Lupin was probably told that werewolves have shorter life expectancies than humans do….you know that, right?

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“That the powerful play goes on and that you may contribute a verse.” Keating reciting Walt Whitmans poem about life to his English class.

“I don’t care if the world comes to an end tomorrow night. You are through with that play. Is that clear?” Mr.Perry to his son.

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PJO SPOILER

The edits to ‘stay alive’ from Hamilton with Luke are going to be absolutely heinous 💀

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The most beautiful thing about reading is that people find pieces of themselves in the characters.

People can read to learn but it’s not needed for someone to lose themselves within the pages.

When asked why a book, or a series, is your favorite you do not need a good answer, or to have an in depth analysis about the writing or the theme.

Perhaps it is enough to read a book and find a piece of your soul.

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You are one sin I will never repent for.

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I believe that even if god Himself told you that he loved you, you still would refuse to think of yourself as holy.

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When women get angry people laugh, as if it is funny a woman can have a reaction that’s not pleasant. She’s ridiculous.

When men get angry they’re taken seriously, the room quiets, people stop to see what he does next. He’s frightening.

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I felt the echo of you in my bones, and it bodily rattled me to realize that you were embedded under my skin.

Others would call you my soul.

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I don’t talk to you anymore, and I don’t know what to say when you ask why. How do I tell you that the cruelest thing you have done to me is left me unscathed. How do I say that I wish you would have left scars, bruises, anything if it made what I feel more valid. I cannot imagine how ignorant I sound when I say I wish you would have struck, how pitiful I must be to have wished you’d have harmed me in a way that was real. But now I am stuck, trapped in a paradox where I hate myself for hating you, because you never did strike but you didn’t need your fists to leave scars.

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I walked through the cemetery, candle in hand.

We walked around the tombstones, and you both went ahead without me. And I couldn’t help but think of the irony. One day I’d be left behind in the dirt, just like all the corpses we passed so casually.

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I know you have heard this before, but don’t fall in love with a writer…

Our obsession takes us beyond the normal understanding of love, we can describe an object of our interest a million different ways and it would never be enough. Idolization does not encapsulate exactly how thoughts and feelings are professed, looking at something and knowing that it marks the fulfillment of existence will never be understood by others.

Do not fall in love with a writer, because above all you will never believe the narrative they create of you.