heavyheartcloudedmind
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How I missed having a heavy heart and a clouded mind. Being able to write. Being able to lighten my heart and make my mind shine.
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“And was friendship that different in the end from love? You took the possibility of sex out of it, and it was all about the moment anyway. Being here, right now, in someone’s life. Making room for someone in yours.”
— Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers
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“Rejection, I have found, can be the only antidote to delusion.”
— Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation
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“The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.”
— The Notebook
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“You are not the you that you think you are. You are everything you have thought and done and been and seen.”
— Shehan Karunatilaka, The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida
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“It’s just that, you know how it is in some relationships, how one of them is a little more in love. Well, it’s like that with friendships. Sometimes one of them thinks they’re really close, closer than they are. And the other doesn’t feel that way.”
— Andrew Sean Greer, The Path of Minor Planets
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“Still, being able to feel pain was good… It’s when you can’t even feel pain anymore that you’re in real trouble.”
— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
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You can say anything
But don’t say this
You can do anything
But don’t do this.
It is hurting my heart
In places
I did not even know.
So how do you know
How to reach them?
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Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Ursula K. Le Guin, Selected Poems
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“There is always something left to love.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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I sit and think about how we’re all just walking our individual paths but sometimes our paths align perfectly with someone else’s and you either walk the rest of your lives together or it’s just for a brief moment in time and you carry on. We’re really all just walking each other home. Life is so magical.
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