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“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”

— Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam. (via wordsnquotes)

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““I have this terrible urge to be reckless,” she says, “and I am dreadfully frightened of becoming old and having no memories at all.” “And I know climbing forbidden fences is wrong, so I’ll stick to falling in love with the wrong people and falling off metaphorical trees. I am just dying to do something worth remembering.” “I suppose there is no logic, not really,” she says, “only that if I bleed now, I’ll have a lifetime left to heal.””

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #125 (via blossomfully)

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your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self portrait. everything is a diary.

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

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In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky

Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands

Even if it burns.

- Tracy K. Smith, from "Don't You Wonder, Sometimes?" Life on Mars

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““If I relaxed my body now, I’d fall apart. I’ve always lived like this, and it’s the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I’d never find my way back. I’d go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away.””

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via florizels)

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“…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Posthumous Fragments (via elucipher)

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Donna Tartt will write “in short, I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way”, and what do you do with that? She’ll write “forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not” and what the FUCK do you do with that? I think the only option is going absolutely wild

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“I miss you more than I remember you.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)

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when I imagine myself

I am always leaving

I couldn't draw my own face if god asked

- Andrés Cerpa, the vault

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To laugh often and much; to win the respect of the intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the beauty in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden path, or a redeemed social condition; to know that one life has breathed easier because you lived here. This is to have succeeded.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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for her

the ocean

was more

than a dream,

it was a place

she needed to visit

to find herself.

and when she returned

to the city,

you could see the sun

in her eyes, the wind

in her hair, and taste

the infinite salt

on her lips

- Jose Chaves

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I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.”

— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

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I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

- Sylvia Plath

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Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

- Sylvia Plath

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“You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness.”

— Katy Maxwell; girl of the earth

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Isolation is not safety,

it is death.

If no one knows you're alive,

you aren't.

If a tree falls in the forest,

and no one is around to hear it,

it does make a sound;

but then that sound is gone.

I'm not saying you'll find the meaning of life

in other people.

I'm saying other people are the life to which

you provide the meaning to.

- Neil Hilborn