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blessed are the peacemakers sideblog of imperialsea MAJOR WIP

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Sue Zhao

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Vanessa Cooper

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Slipping through my fingers - Meryl Streep (Mamma Mia Movie Soundtrack)

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Franz Wright, from his collection God’s Silence

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does my little jesters hat piss you off? does it make you want to hurt me?

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“Involuntarily, the hands Reach for the cross.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva

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I Need Some Sleep // Eels

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“And they will go on loving each other whatever happens because you can’t choose who you love; you just have to accept it as destiny,”

— Dacia Maraini, from “Train To Budapest,” originally published c. 2008

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“Nights filled with worship, holding each other like a prayer unspoken,”

— Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”

[ohboyfelix]

WHAT is the point if you are not weird and eccentric and wear clothes that are a bit too big and dumb

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“Bien-aimé, tout cela qui fut si grand, si doux, Sera le soir d'amour que nous vivrons, peut-être. Notre aveu, le baiser, le rêve à la fenêtre”

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Hélène Picard - Inconnu Bien-Aimé

My beloved, all that which has ever been magnificent, has ever been sweet, Will perhaps become the evening of love we will live together. Our confessions, our kiss, us dreaming at the window.

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“Why does the heart grieve and refuse to listen to reason? Why does one want to weep bitterly?”

— Anton Chekhov, from Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “Easter Sunday,”

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C. S. Lewis, from “A Grief Observed,” originally published c. 1961

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ah yes, i love russian literature. the way it just *clenches fists* gives me a constant midlife crisis over the theorical existence of god and whether or not happiness exists or being a good person is worth it

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C. S. Lewis, from “A Grief Observed,” originally published c. 1961