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“It’s like you’re tied to this town. Whenever I come back to visit, you feel closer than you have for months. I know it’s not really you but the memories we made. It’s not really about this town, but about us deciding to make the most out of nothing. And no longer seeing you in the places we used to go to hurts. The wind still carries your laughter, filling the streets with your presence. I can feel the ghost of your hands on the objects you touched - your old camera, the polaroids you took, on your broken pair of glasses. It’d be beautiful if it wasn’t so painful. When I go to bed at night, I hear your voice in the rustling of the sheets. Are you dreaming of me, it whispers against my skin, driving a little more than three thousand needles into my heart, one for each day I have not talked to you, one for each day your eyes did not gaze into mine. Because yes, of course I am dreaming of you. I will always dream of you when I think of home.”

— homebound / n.j.

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Matthew Lillard as Stevo Levy SLC Punk (1998) dir. by James Merendino

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Patton Oswalt shared a powerful Facebook post about grief after his wife’s death

Actor and comedian Patton Oswalt opened up about his grief after the death of his wife, Michelle McNamara, in a Facebook post on Monday — and the result was honest, raw and heartbreaking. McNamara, a true crime writer, died suddenly in her sleep in April. His post was met with touching comments by other people who had also experienced loss.

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I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.

1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian

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Margaret Atwood, Fox/Fire Song

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MATTHEW LILLARD Senseless, 1998

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JASON SUDEIKIS by Dusan Reljin.

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“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”

— Henri Barbusse, from The Inferno (Boni and Liveright, 1918)

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And I will wait for you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov | Caravaggio, Bacchus/The Lute Player/Saint Jerome Writing/Young Sick Bacchus (details)

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What I couldn’t say in public is a series of images exploring anonymous confessions and secrets from all ages of people. The confessions and secrets are posted and left in public places for people to view. Jon Faulconer | 2015