Sometimes life feels so extremely pointless

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Sometimes life feels so extremely pointless
my favorite level of intimacy is simply proximity. I want to lay on the couch with you and read a book. I want to cook a meal in the kitchen with you by my side. I want to turn around and see you with me everywhere I go. That’s the kind of intimacy that feels like home.
“I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay”
— Unknown
What I want.
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I can’t stand the thought of not hearing from you any more.
“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”
— Epiphany
“I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend.”
— Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)
“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”
— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun
“Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.”
— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever
Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.
and perhaps love is something ordinary rather than something way too difficult to embrace. perhaps love can be found inside us too.
Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved
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my tiny human body isn’t big enough to hold all the love that’s inside me and that’s why i’m always crying
me: I will do things when I am less tired
me: *never becomes less tired*
me: oh no
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