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Poetry is the fancy name for all this madness ♡🤎

[paper-wounds]

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Is it a blessing or a curse, that my brokeness did not harden me?

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to become you, you must break the illusion of who you thought you were. this would be death, but you'll be reborn

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"There's an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away."

Robert Goolrick

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"I wish you a kinder sea."

Emily Dickinson

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"That's it, I guess, just go on living, whether you like it or not."

Anton Chekho, The Seagull

"I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist."

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

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"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in"

Jane Austen Sense and Sensibility

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"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in"

Jane Austen Sense and Sensibility

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"Words do not express thoughts very well. They become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish."

Herman Hesse @poetria1

[coffeeacademia]

being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.

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"What am I? I am myself a word - spoken by God. Can God speak a word that does not have any meaning?"

-Thomas Merton, Meaning

[seeuuuuulater]

my mind is loud even when i’m silent.

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 2: 1934-1939

[thesleepyblueocean-deactivated2]

“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Dr. Seuss

[fading-pictures]

[redtailfins]

I hope they choose a new person to be me tomorrow I kinda don’t feel like doing it