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Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca,” in Good Boys
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hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone
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It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.
Myra McEntire
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one thing about me is that i will cry. i cry when i’m happy, i cry when i’m sad, i cry when i am angry, i cry when i am tired, and i cry when i think about life
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i saw some children playing outside yesterday and ended up crying because ........ i once used to be that age

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musings on the sun
christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran
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There Are Eight Thousand Seven Hundred And Sixty Hours In A Year by SK Grout
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““Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.” - John Green”
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Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
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“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
— Jorge Luis Borges
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“Some days are for falling in love with people; some days are for loving life and hanging out in cities; others are for quietly withdrawing from the world, and relishing the pleasure of your own company.”
— Unknown
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