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– Emily Dickinson

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I was drawn to all the wrong things:

I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

– Charles Bukowski

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If I flinched at every grief, I

would be an intelligent idiot.

- Rumi

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"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one's very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"

- Voltaire, Candide

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"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one's very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"

- Voltaire, Candide

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a twitter thread that actually killed me

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Which of us could say we were more sinned against than sinning? We were so easily manipulated — confusion made a masterpiece of us.

winter sun

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I widowed my small

Collection of magic

Until it poisoned itself with longing.

I have learned nothing.

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do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home

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“He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close