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“i’ll read my books and i’ll drink coffee and i’ll listen to music, and i’ll bolt the door.”
— J. D. Salinger
The Veiled Christ - Giuseppe Sanmartino, 1753
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"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"
— Bridgett Devoue
Birine beklemeyi bulaştırmak (umut satmak), aslında onun iradesini ele geçirmenin, onu tamamen ve tüm zamanlar için hareketsiz ve tehlikesiz hale getirmenin en etkili, en güvenilir yolu ve bu beklemek ile aldatma aynı zamanda en sağlam hapishanelerden ve prangalardan daha sağlamdır.
The academic urge to take up on several new skills because you’re desperate to feel as though you have value and secretly fear not leaving a mark when you’re gone
every weekend i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
Sometimes as a woman it’s important for you to wake up late and be alone in the house on a cloudy cold day with your feelings.
Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
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“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”
— Joan Bauer / Almost Home
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.]
"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness
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