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#does anyone even get on here anymore?#kawaii #sanrio #kuromi #does anyone remember me ? lol

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it’s so weird to no longer have someone in your life. whether it’s a friend you don’t talk to anymore or a partner you’ve broken up with, it’s so weird to be left with all of this knowledge of someone else and have no use for it anymore. like the way they drink their tea, their favourite meal when they’re sad, a story they told you abt their childhood when you both saw something that reminded them of said story so now you’re reminded of it too when you see that thing. and to have someone out in the world with so much intimate and casual knowledge of you and you wonder if they feel happy or sad or uncaring when they see something that reminds them of you too.

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“But love is impossible and it goes on / despite the impossible. You’re the muscle / I cut from the bone and still the bone / remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) / the flesh back, the real thing, / if only to rail against it, if only / to argue and fight, if only to miss / a solve-able absence.”

— Ada Limón, from In a Mexican Restaurant, I Recall How Much You Upset Me

“Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant’. I thought from your first letter that you didn't miss me at all, and was sad about it. Now I am all pleased again. Selfish, isn’t one? But I go through it too, you know,—this missing you, and wanting you,—so that I know exactly how damned unpleasant it is, and probably even better than you do.”

— Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Virginia Woolf, c. February 1927

“Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is / to watch the year repeat its days. / It is as if I could dip my hand down / into time and scoop up / blue and green lozenges of April heat / a year ago in another country. / I can feel that other day running underneath this one / like an old videotape.”

— Anne Carson, The Glass Essay

“Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior