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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

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“She loves deeply regardless of the love she gets back in return, and it is both her biggest strength, and her biggest weakness.”

— N.R. Hart

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She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade

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How do you deal with a soul tired with sadness?

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The First Night I Dreamt of You

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The night was still whispering when I woke,

light bleeding slow, blue between curtains,

spilling soft into the silence.

It touched everything gently,

the wall, the floor,

my shoulder, like a blessing

I didn’t know how to receive.

I didn’t move.

I let it lay against the side of my face,

as if staying still could hold the dream in place.

As if you might be here,

just beyond the reach of waking,

your name still coiling around my ribs.

The light kept coming.

Soft. Certain.

And I stayed

like something waiting to be chosen.

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The morning didn't rush.

It spilled tender across the room,

stroking the edges of things I hadn’t yet named.

No urgency,

just the quiet ceremony

of light finding me where I lay.

I thought of you then,

not as absence,

but as promise.

Like the way the sun returns

even when the stars feel a little closer.

Like breath, returning before it’s called.

A little fated.

The dream had already begun slipping away,

but it left something behind:

not your hand,

not your voice

but the quiet shape of hope,

settling soft beneath my sternum.

And I rose,

not because the moment ended,

but because it had finally begun.

Dorothea Blythe

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i carry this grief all the way to my bedroom door and let it strip me bare, and lull me to sleep. tell me, do we ever really get rid of grief? or do we just manage to take the steering wheel from it so we can navigate our lives even for just a second?

jaded lives | kaia

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Megan Denton, from "A Girl and Her Fireplace"

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Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Velma García-Gorena, from Gabriela Mistral’s Letters to Doris Dana; “December 28, 1949”

[Text ID: “I hope for love, because I give it.”]

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Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

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It pains me to carry such a sad soul when, at heart, I'm such a joyful person.

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done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

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I breath you in

I sink in deep,

I feel your pain,

It runs in my veins.

You are my mirror,

Souls and tangled limbs.

Two weeping willows,

You say and now I know,

No more survival tension,

No more taming our sorrows,

Just two needy pair of lips,

My beautiful love depiction.

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I breath you in

I sink in deep,

I feel your pain,

It runs in my veins.

You are my mirror,

Souls and tangled limbs.

Two weeping willows,

You say and now I know,

No more survival tension,

No more taming our sorrows,

Just two needy pair of lips,

My beautiful love depiction.

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“We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.”

— Veronica Roth

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