Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends
One Nice Bug Per Day
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends
Lucy Grossmith - Spring Joy. Acrylics on deckle edged paper.
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
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Not worthy of your dreams? You? Be serious. You're worth all the stars in this galaxy and the next.
You've got this. I believe in you.
I am not going to make my grief small and palatable. My love wasn't small either.
- Sakshi Narula
Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
– ID: excerpt from "The Collected Poems: The Rival," Sylvia Plath
“Maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. The things you don’t finish.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby
“I know that feeling. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can’t stay like you are for another second, or you’re going to explode.”
— Jennifer Echols, Forget You