reading journal

[bodywithoutorgans]

You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

Ernest Hemingway (The Sun Also Rises)

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-Amanda Lovelace (Break Your Glass Slippers)

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-Trista Mateer (Aphrodite Made Me Do It)

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-Trista Mateer (Aphrodite Made Me Do It)

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Be tender with your forever

Courtney Peppernell (Pillow Thoughts II)

[bodywithoutorgans]

The hardest thing you will ever do in your life is forgive someone who never apologized. But you don’t need to do this for them; you need to do this for yourself.

Courtney Peppernell (Pillow Thoughts II)

[bodywithoutorgans]

You can’t choose which parts of her you love. Even in all the ugly moments, she should still be the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. People are not perfect, they have flaws. You don’t get to choose which ones to leave out. That’s not honest love.

Courtney Peppernell (Pillow Thoughts II)

[bodywithoutorgans]

In a letter that she drafted but never sent to Isabel, she lamented, “No one over fourteen years old really wants a mother, or ought to want one.”

Merve Emre (The Personality Brokers)

[bodywithoutorgans]

But the sun does not apologize for the days it hides behind the clouds. You are allowed to sleep in and settle under the covers. You are allowed to have moments when life feels like it’s standing still. In these moments, rest, recharge, try not to compare yourself to others.

Courtney Peppernell (The Road Between)

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If you are in love and withering, then this is not love, because when in love, a rose should bloom.

Courtney Peppernell (Pillow Thoughts)

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-Rupi Kaur (The Sun and Her Flowers)

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-Rupi Kaur (The Sun and her Flowers) 

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Cold Spot by Trista Mateer

“These are the long months when the poems all come out misshapen and every ghost story sounds like a love note if I use the right tone of voice. Which is to say– I don’t always know the difference between haunting and hanging on. Which is to say– this is less poem and more grave marker, so here are my roses. These are my good shoes and he is everything underneath them.”

[bodywithoutorgans]

i even tried to bury myself alive but the dirt recoiled you have already rotted it said there is nothing left for me to do

Rupi Kaur (Self-Hate, The Sun and Her Flowers)

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-Rupi Kaur (The Sun and Her Flowers) 

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-Rupi Kaur (The Sun and Her Flowers) 

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-Rupi Kaur (The Sun and Her Flowers)