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“Everyone You've Loved,” Susannah Irene

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Michael Ondaatje 

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Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

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Afternoon, Max Ritvo

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'Walkthrough' by Shastra Deo, from The Exclusion Zone.

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—Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

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“I’m becoming who I am and it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done.” Posted from the PostSecret website.

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Jennifer Chang, from "Again a Solstice"

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Megan Fernandes, from I Do Everything I’m Told

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"How fitting that I am called the Palace of Illusions when all I have left are memories. Perhaps memories are the grandest illusion of all," said the palace quietly. And then, in a voice even softer and smaller: "In my memories, they seemed so happy with me."

Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the End of Time.

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Amina Cain, from A Horse at Night

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YOUR FEELINGS MAKE SENSE!!! CONSIDERING EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN YOUR LIFE UP UNTIL THIS POINT, THE WAY YOU FEEL IS THE REASONABLE RESULT OF IT ALL. It dosen’t absolve you of examining your behavioral patterns or regulating your reactions, but GIVE YOURSELF SOME GRACE. YOU’RE REACTING EXACTLY HOW SOMEONE IN YOUR EXACT PRECISE SITUATION, WITH YOUR EXACT SAME PAST WOULD REACT. like, why wouldn’t you feel that way?

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“Here is what the sea smells like. It is more texture than scent, because the sea is primarily made of two substances that have no smell of their own: water and salt. Salt has no smell, but makes the air sting, and so all of the other smells of the sea are layered upon the pang of salt. Water has no smell but instead a comfort. We feel moisture as life and so the smells of the ocean are layered upon the contentment of the water. Salt is treble and water is bass. I don’t know how I know this is true, but I know it is true. The sea smells like old wood and wet leaves. Like cold mud and warm stone. Like every creature who has ever lived in it, a churning graveyard and nursery. Like winds from the inland carrying the hot circulation of life and winds from the ocean carrying the distant froth of waves against ships and islands. Like gray, only more so. Like blue, only less so.”

— The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

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No Context Crow #205: Ring-Bearer Crow

Original Twitter post here!

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Most experiences are unsayable; they become real to us in a space no word has entered.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

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