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"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we're from the same star." - Emery Allen

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all we have is now : an infinite collection of the smallest seconds, stacked next to one another. a milestone in time, a marker in a lifetime of moments.

in frame : clouds kissing ;)

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Going on up in flames / And you're to blame, yeah, you're to blame / Baby, I'm a house on fire / And I want to keep burning

–Sia, "House On Fire"

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"And for the unloved, the heartbroken, the questioning,

the conflicted, the discarded, the sad.

You’re loved, always.

So rise up, shake yourself off,

and make your own happy ending."

(collected)

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"At least we are under the same sky, you and I."

-Ranata Suzuki

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I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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"Talkin' under pink skies, I think our hearts are starting to show

That it's better, you and I, under pink skies"

(-pink skies, LANY)

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"Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath

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I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

–Sylvia Plath, "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath"

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It's a paper town…those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

–John Green, Paper Towns

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𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

my ink bleeds of violet for the stoicism in my pain, indigo for the icy unfathomable deep i am slipping into. there's blue in the gag stuck between my vocal cords, and green for the poison i am drowning my heart, yellow for the scorching heat scalding my head. the orange of the dimming vitality numbing my insides. red for the hate coursing through my veins.

𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬.

~k.

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Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

–Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper