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─ Mary Oliver
— Mahmoud Darwish
The Tree of Life (2011) dir. Terrence Malick
“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”
— C.S. Lewis
It Chooses You by Miranda July
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"What if I told you I'm incapable of tolerating my own heart?"
— Virginia Woolf.
“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #225
“Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.”
— Unknown
Bianca, Eugenia Leigh
We stopped listening to the rain
somewhere between excitement and acceptance.
We just started taking everything for granted,
and the sparks of joy rolled into apathy.
How many days does it take to get comfortable?
How did we let ourselves go?
I watched you sleep the other day
and realized that I haven't heard a word you've said for longer than I can remember,
and I missed all the conversations we should have had.
I miss the sound of your voice.