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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

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“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

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Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire

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— Nizar Qabbani, ‘What Love Can Do’, from Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts (via lunamonchtuna)

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love, buried three times

@kameneva

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wash your hands in my remembrance

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— abhorarchive (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)

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— T. James (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Cat on my lap (yuh, yuh)

Cat warm-got body heat. (Yuh, yuh)

Had a kitty pee-yeah-no (yuh, piano)

Had some of my fav songs.

Kitty teeth was the piano keys.

Kitty cat sit on my lap yuh

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Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

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propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

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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.