I think you’re all so smart and doing your best and I suspect it will work out in your favor too
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I think you’re all so smart and doing your best and I suspect it will work out in your favor too
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Dreams in April Traci Brimhall
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance
Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul
“Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
Farida Khelfa in The Agony of Marguerite Gautier by Jean-Paul Goude, Paris, 1992
Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
Alex Shadrin - Solitude Death Hell
Miho Kajioka
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Now live forever and be a mirror of truth in your spirit.
— Hildegard Von Bingen, Letters, Vol. I
“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena