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My only error is that I think to a point that I rot myself
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley
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– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"
[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]
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one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess
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Just make sure you're not doing that thing where you isolate yourself, and then convince yourself that you're so different from everyone else. Discomfort and fear can be a signal that you're on the right track.
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i am becoming more myself. do you know what i mean? doing anything at all, trying and failing and recognizing myself as an alive human being is all i need to do to grow into the woman i will be
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