“It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.”
— Michael Chabon
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“It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.”
— Michael Chabon
So many doors will open for you when you decide it's okay to start over.
from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay
Guess I just won’t understand things for a while and I’ll have to be okay with that
you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.
Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
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"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
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sorry i cant do that right now im having a year long moment
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Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
— 34 excuses for why we failed at love, Warsan Shire
ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight