one thing about me is iβm gonna go lay down

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one thing about me is iβm gonna go lay down
Trick-r-treat!!
Εtomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume, from a poem titled "Like the sedge of sun-dominated Naniwa," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology
Am I not yours, are you not mine?
July 27, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
when do you fall out of love with your first love? because itβs been 2.5 years and i canβt stop listening to songs that make me think of him
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Wishing you a safe return back to yourself.
I miss myself so much
Sylvia Plath, aged 26, NOTEBOOK, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated March 20, 1959)
it will be spring soon and we will get better
was finally starting to get over this guy and then after two years of not seeing eachother i saw him by pure coincidence after i took a wrong turn (a literal wrong turn on the road) and now iβm spiraling again. wake up in the middle of the night thinking about him. wake up in pain thinking about him. spend every waking moment thinking about him. the universe is cruel. why would the universe do that?
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, in a letter to Jane Williams wr. c. February 1823, from The Letters of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
We need to do more things that help our souls breathe.