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-Sylvia Plath, "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath"

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Charles Martin Hardie (Scottish, 1858-1916)

An Unrecorded Coronation, 1888

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late at night, when im stuck in the cycle of remembrance, i take solace in knowing that we chose each other - that you chose me as much as i chose you. at least for a while.

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When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

John Green, Will Grayson Will Grayson

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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

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i'm so scared that i'll be thirty seven and you'll still be taking up the spaces inbetween the words i write

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you haven't lost who you are, you are just different now, and that's okay :)

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I know I'm not wanted, but god do I love pretending I am

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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

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what is it about august that makes every girl in the world collectively fall to their knees and suffer? do boys experience this? does august fill them with dread too?

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the discrepancies between life and i are deep and vast. I fear I am a terrible person and I don't know how to fix this and time is ever fleeting.

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i am utterly alone and terribly afraid and I will look in your eyes and wonder why you do not speak of the battle we are both fighting.

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i am every age i have ever been. all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember.

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is there anything truly remarkable about a man besides a woman's love?

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he told me I was beautiful as if it were a favour, as if i should thank him because no one else had said it before

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I could feel the desperation on your lips when you kissed me but my fragile heart will merely drive you home

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every abandoned barn I see is the same colour as your eyes in the spring