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I have conculed that very pretty girls are very lonely

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Of Wildflowers”

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It’s that time of the year again, when the blood rises sharp and alive, when the air bites at the edges of my skin and something deeper wakes, raw and electric, burning brighter as the days grow darker.

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— Megan Fernandes, “Do You Sell Dignity Here?” from I Do Everything I’m Told

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Mary Oliver, "The Moths" in Dream Work

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i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927

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Anthony Thomas Lombardi, from "self-portrait as murmuration"

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speech by some cool ass Princeton professor

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think about how there’s no such thing as a complete touch—only the illusion of it… think about how you’re moved and affected and scarred and scratched and bruised and kissed and bitten by a mere illusion… think about how you’re saved from the real thing… think about how you’re bereaved of the real thing

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On a quiet Saturday evening, I found myself lost to the day, the sun long gone, the white walls around me a canvas I've stared at for so long that I've forgotten the shape of a tree, or the tender touch of a breeze against my skin.

My room has become my altar. Here, I am unseen, untouched. My sheets, tangled around my legs, anchor me, separating me from the world outside these walls. I have shed my mask, surrendered my name, my smile, my eyes, my voice. My bones, rusted with stillness, are no longer bound by time.

Nothing can reach me here, nothing can happen to me

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It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

Your inner reality is the true reality because it is the only space where creation happens. The external world—the 3D—is simply a reflection of what you've already accepted, assumed, or believed in your mind.

Everything you experience in the physical world was once a thought, assumption, or belief held in your inner world.

When you affirm something as true in your mind, you are imprinting that assumption onto your subconscious, which cannot tell between what's "real" or "imagined." The moment you declare something is so, it becomes a part of your inner reality. That’s when manifestation happens: the moment you choose to affirm and accept something as true, it already exists in your inner world and your external reality must reflect that.

So, when you affirm something, it’s not something that “will happen” later—it’s already real in your inner world. The physical reality is simply the reflection of your inner assumptions. For example, the physical reality you see right now is just your previous thoughts, assumptions or beliefs. The main goal is to accept it true in your mind; the physical reality changing is just a "side effect" bound to happen because it has no choice but to reflect back to you the reality you’ve created in your mind.

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pond, by claire-louise bennett