— Greg Santora
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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— Greg Santora
"People know what they're doing to you. You don't have to address anything to a grown person; let them move as they wish, and you just move out of the way, respectfully."
“I think I was born to give flowers even if it leaves my garden empty. To give more of myself than I’ll ever get. To offer what blooms in my chest, even when the soil feels barren, even when the petals fall too soon. I give without thought of return, because in the giving, the world feels fuller, even if I stand here, a little less than before.”
— Poem by Lyra Wren
Kazuo Ishiguro | from his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech.
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson
There comes a point where I realize love should never require you abandon your own soul, yourself, just to make someone stay. I think a lot of people slowly lose pieces of who they are in the name of being loved. They quiet their thoughts, let go of their dreams, ignore the heaviness in their chest, and convince themselves it is worth it as long as they are not left behind. But I keep wondering what kind of love asks someone to disappear in order to keep it. What is the point of being loved if, somewhere along the way you can no longer recognize the person you've became? Maybe that is why I am drawn to the ocean so much. It is beautiful because it is free. It moves however it wants calm one moment, destructive the next, endlessly changing without asking permission for its existence. I think people deserve to live like that too. Not trapped in survival. Not apologizing for wanting more. A life where they can breathe fully without feeling guilty for wanting more than survival.
Awareness is painful sometimes because once you understand people deeply, you start seeing how much of the world is built from unhealed hearts.
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(by carlo_wiewaswo)
Softness is not weakness when it survives hard things.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from a play featured in "No Exit and Three Other Plays," originally published in 1944
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959