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Untitled
you keep forgetting
i’m an entire person
and not just some
vague fucking concept
that you dreamt
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“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”— Unknown
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“She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone.”— Ann Brashares
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Honest, raw, real communication changes everything. Get it out. Unburden yourself. Say what you feel.
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(via greedykisses)
I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.
— Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush
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