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— Unknown
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“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”
— Unknown
Marie Howe, from What the Living Do; “Watching Television”
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We’re only what we pretend we aren’t.
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“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would still go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.
“Grief, I’ve learned, 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
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt
"I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly."
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me