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John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne, featured in The Selected Letters of John Keats

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“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isnt the way they actually are.”

— John Green

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I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.

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Brain Fog Journaling:

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Reprogramming yourself constantly and having to remain conscious of yourself in order to continue to reprogram yourself is ~exhausting~

I sometimes think about all the times I've ever watched a TV show, and I hold them so near and dear to me. I quite cherish the moment where all there ever was was this tv show, and my admiration of some character.

I think it might have first started with the TV show Reaper in 2007.

And ya ask so many people if they've seen the show, and they say "why no," and I just think wow am I the only one that escapes through tv shows???

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BRAIN FOG JOURNALING~

Been thinkin bout my past flings/situationships.

I've been thinking bout the power a certain lady had over ya girl, and then thinking about how I felt, it wasn't over, or there was unfinished business. And then how sometimes fate would align, and the very thing I had once wished for came true, and I met up with them again. But how at that moment I had this epiphany that it wasn't as magical, but it was still good, but that realization: that it wasn't ever going to be the same, and that I don't think I liked them in that way any more. In that way that they were magical and that what we had was eternal, but of course, I still feel that way. Just now, it's a sentimental thing instead of a longing/yearning way.

And I think I'm just about getting there with this most recent fling I had/have, but its not there yet. And I kinda cant wait until I get to the point where---

Okay, in this film kokoon (2022) the main character is in the pool and sees a beautiful thing under water but once she pulls it out of the water its just simply a grocery bag. She says later on in the film, to her crush at the time, "what if beautiful things are like that- one minute it's there and then its just gone again" to which her crush replies

"I don't think its like that. I cant imagine its like that"

or something like that. ^ and it just makes me think about how everything's connected, and how I feel like with time everything truly tells.

And that's my brain fog that I had to get out.

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— v, excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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I could find a solace in your sweat, I could drown in bottles in your bed

And you could feed me Percocets, waste away in all of it

Like we're already dead

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ANIS MOJGANI x ALEXANDER HARDING

‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time’, spoken word, uploaded on Youtube on 20 Apr. 2009;

Visible Light series (2010), photography

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One time I was feeling so bad and so guilty for some reason that I stayed up all night praying the Lord's Prayer. Like, from 11:30 to 5am, kneeling down, praying. Lol

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Sylvia Plath, aged 29, from "Elm", a poem she wrote after discovering her husband's affair, in a letter to Ruth Fainlight (dated Saturday, 8 September 1962)

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When ion write poetry, there are pieces of me dying.

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

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— Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere" (via lunamonchtuna)

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Michael Cunningham, "The Hours" // Anne Sexton, "The Touch" // Charles M. Schulz, Peanuts and Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me—The Smiths // F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night // Kelsey Landsgaard, A Soft Wrongness // J. D. McClatchy, "THE DIALOGUE OF DESIRE AND GUILT" // Marina Tsvetaeva, from notes // Yves Olade, Belovéd

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— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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“Birthday Poem II” by Seraphine Saintclair