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-Rumi

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Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

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Affirmation

You hold me at your wits end. No matter how heart-rendering the path you took to get where you are today, how cold the depths of your soul may have frozen in the past, my arms will remain open without fail. So share with me your deepest regrets, the stories that make your lips tremble in fear that the wind may steal your secrets and whisper them to the world. I will keep them safe. I will take you as you are and nothing less.

The space that we have created between us harbors no limit for judgment, as you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Show me the worst side of yourself and watch the light in my eyes not quiver once.

You are safe in my arms.

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city of abstrusity

I knew when the first “I love you” fell unremorsefully from my lips,

that I created a new language,

a new language for a city where no one could comprehend the sounds of my heart,

where no one could hear how in that moment, my heart sang for only you.

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— Jay Vespertine (Inspired from Caitlyn Siehl)

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people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.

its me, i am people.

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detachment- of the mind and soul

sometimes i feel like i lose a part of myself. the same way the rain falls from the clouds, its inevitable but it feels like im no longer whole. it’s like my soul is in a constant state of sonder, helplessly wandering around the mortal plane, in a place my mind can no longer reach.

it is as if my fate is consigned to oblivion.

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“I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

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Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”

[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]

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Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]

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“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

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“My heart is full of unsaid words.”

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“If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.”

— Anatole France