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"Will you love me for who I am, not who I was?"
Ever-Shifting, Continual Blossoming - Chance Peña
"You know, one of the strongest things you can do is admit when you are weak."
I'm forgetting her. Her face is blurred in my memory, and she's slowly slipping away. I can tell you that she walked. I can tell you her eyes were a crisp ocean blue. I can tell you she had teeth and a mouth- but how did they smile? was it crooked? Did they gap, or were they coffee-stained from late nights studying, pouring over papers beneath a tinted lampshade? Did her lips press together thinly when unamused or was it her brows that furrowed in frustration? I'm sorry, my love, for if you only live on in my memory, I think I've sentenced you to death once again.
"Behind the door of every contented, happy man there ought to be someone standing with a little hammer and continually reminding him with a knock that there are unhappy people, that however happy he may be, life will come to him- illness, poverty, losses, and then no one will see or hear him, just as now he neither sees nor hears others. But there is no man with a hammer. - "Gooseberries," Anton Chekhov
Obviously the happy man is at ease only because the unhappy ones bear their burdens in silence, and if there were not this silence this happiness would be impossible. It is a general hypnosis. - "Gooseberries," Anton Chekhov