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"Pierced through the heart but never killed".

I asked you peace but you tested my strength. You hurt me, I pushed through and let my guard down, stood up with no defenses, setting myself up for another hit. Over and over and over again. Do you call me strong? Or just insanely unlucky? One killshot and you could've put me at peace forever, yet you chose to tear me apart piece by piece, knowing for you, I would get back up again and again. For you.

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— January 29, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

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"You don't have to romanticise your suffering". I'm kinder to what I love, I forgive. A million heartbreaks later, I still forgive. And if only I could love myself the same way, if only I could forgive myself that way every time I make a mistake. So I romanticise my suffering in an attempt to love myself. Because I too am, a part of my suffering after all.

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Too wrapped up in my own desolation, I failed to notice my insignificance. How little would it alter the course of anyone's life or even thoughts, if I cease to exist? Should I succumb to the fallacy of remaining forever in your memory? Or do I mourn the ghost of my own melancholy? The ineptitude and anguish of my own existence.

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I disagree with the phrase "if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best". You absolutely do, you deserve only my best. You don't have to carry my suffering, just my love would do.

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When you stop loving someone, they become so ordinary. Everything you adored them for seems so insignificant and you realise the pedestal you put them on was your love. Your ability to love someone unconditionally despite their flaws was why they seemed flawless. When you stop loving them, they only strip away their privilege of being loved by you, not your ability to love someone else. "I can never love someone the way I loved them," yes you can. Yes you will. May your heart forever remain breakable. And I hope you always choose to get back up and decide to put your love into someone else again. Because being loved by you is a privilege and I can only wish you don't ever stop doing that.

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Everyone talks about being a hopeless romantic, no one talks about being a helpless romantic. Always putting your love in the wrong place, always yearning for something you can't have. Diving in head-first and giving it your all despite knowing that the heartbreak is inevitable. Being helplessly in love.

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Everyone talks about being a hopeless romantic, no one talks about being a helpless romantic. Always putting your love in the wrong place, always yearning for something you can't have. Diving in head-first and giving it your all despite knowing that the heartbreak is inevitable. Being helplessly in love.

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— Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian Poet & Writer

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I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it

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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

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when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun

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you don't love her, stop lying with those words

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so pretty<3

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“When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.”

— Unkown