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Mary Oliver, from "The Pond" in Felicity
The taste of overripe peaches over the sink, bare feet on hardwood floors that stayed warm long after the sun went down, the sudden shift from green to gold, and the quiet realization that the sweetest part of summer is already slipping through your fingers like melted ice.
when june fades into july.
this is what best friends are for.
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
masculinity isn’t in dominance, but in how safely you hold her.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in "Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson’s Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,"
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I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
“It would be many years before I discovered that what I needed to know was not to be found in some singular and extreme act of bravery or brilliance, but in the small repeated act of coming back to the present moment.”
— Eckhart Tolle
oh to have foxes play where I've laid to rest
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