Mnemosyne

Words that touched my soul

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Worry is a misuse of your Imagination.

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“You’re in books. Of course you don’t have a life. None of us do. There’s always something too good to read.”

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That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch

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We all are ready to suffer. As long as the suffering means something.

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“You want nothing but patience—or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.”

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When will I start reading for pleasure instead of escape??

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You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire .

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If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

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Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship.

Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning.

-Vasiliki

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“Do not set yourself on fire in order to keep others warm. You can’t do passion halfway. Living your passion means you’re all in. You trust your heart and trust your gut wherever that takes you.”

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“Be confused, it’s where you begin to learn new things. Be broken, it’s where you begin to heal. Be frustrated, it’s where you start to make more authentic decisions. Be sad, because if we are brave enough we can hear our heart’s wisdom through it. Be whatever you are right now. No more hiding. You are worthy, always.”

— S.C. Lourie

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Frank O'Hara, Selected Poems

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People who were raised on love, see things differently from people raised on survival.

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Write it down, he had told me.

Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten.

And now we do, at least the parts we remember.

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To The Moon

What have you looked at, Moon,

In your time,

Now long past your prime?’

‘O, I have looked at, often looked at

Sweet, sublime,

Sore things, shudderful, night and noon

In my time.’

‘What have you mused on, Moon,

In your day,

So aloof, so far away?’

‘O, I have mused on, often mused on

Growth, decay,

Nations alive, dead, mad, aswoon,

In my day!’

‘Have you much wondered, Moon,

On your rounds,

Self-wrapt, beyond Earth’s bounds?’

‘Yea, I have wondered, often wondered

At the sounds

Reaching me of the human tune

On my rounds.’

‘What do you think of it, Moon,

As you go?

Is Life much, or no?’

‘O, I think of it, often think of it

As a show

God ought surely to shut up soon,

As I go.’

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Because..

Abuse can feel like love.

And,

Starving people will eat anything.

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It's supposed to be fun,

turning twenty-one...