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by David Baker

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"No one can love you until you love yourself" is like the worst possible way of articulating "if you don't respect and value yourself, it's very easy to become attracted to people who don't treat you right and then justify their mistreatment, so be careful."

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I hope I never feel this way about my mum x

Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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Marian Seldes, referring to Anne Sexton in "Anne Sexton: A Biography"

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Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects

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This hit a nerve, very true.

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Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I knew that, despite everything, I was loved. I was loved hard. At once and forever against the loveless world.”]

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May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems

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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. IV: 1944-1947

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Early December photo diary

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November bits

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Adore each other. Be fiendishly smitten. Be frantically in love. Can there be too many perfumes, too many rosebuds, too many nightingales? Can lovers love each other too much, be too enchanting, too beguiling, too charming? Is it possible to be too much alive, too happy? Adore each other, and never mind the rest.

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862)

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