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“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)
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love from a distance, richard siken
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on so much just because of being who you are and not someone else? Whenever I see a beautiful girl I wonder how it must feel to be that beautiful and if I’ll ever feel like that. Or when I see someone who’s confident and extroverted and I imagine how nice and easy it must be to be that way. Or when I see someone that’s my age who has already accomplished so much or been in so many places and experienced so many things, I can’t help but feel like time is falling from my hands like sand and I’m not getting better or going anywhere. I grew up watching movies and reading stories that made me believe that life was supposed to be constantly exciting and I haven’t felt that way many times and I just feel so stuck being myself. I wish I could be someone else for a while.
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
— Pablo Neruda (via quotemadness)
Audrey Hepburn / Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus / Mary Oliver, Long Life : Essays and Other Writings