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Humbling women seems to be the chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.

Circe by Madeline miller

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Not me getting into a book slump after crashing and burning with a good book series.

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I am helpless when you tell me you love me, helpless when you hold my hand. I can not refuse your affections for my heart has become yours solely.

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*smiles in I've seen a future where I have your kids*

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The one thing I'd do for younger me is make sure she was never yelled at. Never screamed at or verbally attacked no matter what she did. Children don't deserve that, no matter how bratty they can be.

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I don't think death should be seen as a punishment. All living things die, and nothing is exempted. If anything, death is merely a part of life and living, in a strange way.

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I want to sit at the table of my dreams and forget my worries. I want you to sit with me, cup in hand, the sun at our backs, and our daydreams at the table.

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At this point, my favourite songs are probably pieces of my soul.

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If I am not to indulge myself, why do I hunger right after a meal? Why do my eyes yearn for darkness right after my slumber? Why must I be content when my basic urges are never completely satisfied?

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I think best friendship breakups should be taken seriously. That person was literally your adopted sibling, your partner in crime, the pen to your paper, etc. They were everything at some point, and now they're a painful nothing.

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The sun is warm and comforting after the darkness of the night. It is forgiving after the heat of the day. It is beautiful.

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Was overthinking last night and thought about how the sun is like a lover who's all warm and amazing like on a cold day, but gets really scorchingly and unforgivably hot when you're not in her good books. Her passion and negative emotions consume you entirely. But the moon is like a lover who's shy and mysterious. You get to see different sides to her, and when she's mad, she quietly hides away, and you're yearning for her return. Just needed to put that out so I could stop obsessing over itttt

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Them: Life is not a game.

Also them: *proceeds to tell you how to 'win' at life*

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Beautiful

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Things in life don't happen to help with your character development. They happen because they can.

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There is nothing lonelier than a red rose that rests in a vase, stripped of its thorns. It is beautiful, but it is no longer dangerous. It knows this and attracts our prying eyes, screaming for its ammunition, thirsty for our blood.