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Oh, it hurts so much.

Why did you go? Why couldn't we just exist together, or apart?

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck.

You said you wouldn't cut me out completely, this hurts so fucking much.

I wish I could hear you. I wish we could talk.

I wish things were different.

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phantom thread (2017) 

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on being yourself

@ brainsoupp_ on twitter// @stmichaelthearchangel// @ cybermrcury on twitter// @throughmy-eyez // @ shellerina on twitter// @caesarsaladinn// @ nelsoncj4 on twitter // @ heimberg_a on twitter// make your own kind of music by cass elliot// @ soledadfrancis on twitter// ? // @ sourcenectar on twitter// @superorganism

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Did my hand ever shake

Didn’t I stay cold as ice.

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“To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.”

— Unknown

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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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I love you.

I promised I'd tell you every day, and I still do, whether you hear me or not.

I like to imagine the ripples from a rock thrown in a still pond, reaching every corner of the banks and shallow edges. They break and shape the land, no matter how weak.

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the archive of almosts.

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The Lepidopterist

Do you ever miss me, For reasons you don't understand? And do you ever hear my laughter? And remember how I held your hand?

I don't wake you up with kisses, You don't see my smile. I don't press myself against you, Haven't calmed your breathing in a while...

We don't go walking side by side, You don't know my coffee order And I can't remember what you drink at all. You'd think I'd be a better hoarder

Of the moments that we shared. I pin them to my mind, Like exotic butterflies. So neat. And lonely. And confined.

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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

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Imagine the opposite -

Knowing exactly what you want, but never being able to ask or express it.

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

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I FELT YOU LEAVING, EVEN BEFORE YOU DID

“My Love, My Love, My Love, Why Have You Left Me Alone?”, poem by Delmore Schwartz; // “In Legends”, song by Rachel Rose Mitchell; // post by @annedreeuhhh; // Post on reddit by @ShireSearcher.; // Poem by a.s (unknown); // “Empty bed” (2012), poem by @Chi-742; // Poem by a.s (unknown); // Poem by Sue Zhao; // “Don’t Leave Me Now” (1957), by Elvis Presley; // Post by @endlessnamelesseternity

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"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." — David Viscott