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“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: Someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.”
— Tom Bodett
“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”
— Unknown
“We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.”
— Unknown
Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Plays and Works of Anton Chekhov; "Ivanoff,"
Joy Sullivan, “If I Had a Hundred Lives to Live”, Instructions for Traveling West
I may seem nonchalant, the one who probably doesn't care, but the truth is, I'll always be the character who stays. The one who gives up on a better life, opportunities, and dreams, choosing instead to remain with the people she holds dear. I swore as a teenager I'd escape this town for a big city, another country even. Too bad for that girl; she's still here, cooking dinner, trying not to notice the increasing wrinkles on her mother's face, each one a subtle reminder of time passing. 'I'm never getting into the family business! Not interested,' I'd declare with a flick of my fingers. Now, I find myself asking, 'Papa, is there anything I can help you with so you can finally stop working those endless hours?' My elder sisters seemed unbearable at twelve, their constant complaints about my every misstep – too disrespectful, too young. Little did that girl know, her bed would feel vast and cold without them, the day they finally do leave. Turns out, I still need them just as much as that ignorant kid did. This house, filled with memories and love, holds me captive in the best way possible. No big city could ever fill the void my heart would feel if I stepped outside these four walls. And in their smiles, I find the only city my heart truly calls home.
Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost
Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds
What do you call an old snowman?
Water 🥸
To love is to die a million times. Why else do our hearts skip beats for the ones we love?
- Typewriter