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[ID text: My mother bought me an orchid. She cried when I let her touch my shoulder. Letting someone show you tenderness is an act of love, too. end ID]

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always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.

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“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss

#oh #this one hit hard

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Ferdinando Scianna

Italy, 1988

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id love for someone to please explain to me how i ended up terrified of any kind of intimacy while craving it constantly all at the same time

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text post by @loverletter // the secret commonwealth by philip pullman

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thinking about we were like gods at the dawning of the world thinking about no no matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination thinking about because you want to die for love you always have thinking about i love you i want us both to eat well thinking about clementines and mangoes and lychees thinking about pride and prejudice 2005 and that hand flex scene thinking about please could you be tender thinking about only the sun has come this close only the sun thinking about i like to feel love i love it i love it thinking about look we are not unspectacular things thinking about please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it thinking about fruits as a love language thinking about thinking about thinking about

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If you genuinely enjoy being alone, do you ever wonder if it is an inherent part of your character or if it stems from feeling inescapably lonely in the first place until you taught yourself to enjoy the peace and happiness one can find in solitude? what if the reason you now prefer & choose solitude at every turn is because you were a very lonely child, or teenager, not by your own choice, and that’s how you learnt to thrive and grow, so you no longer know if you can do that around people? There might also be an element of personal pride, an unconscious “you can’t fire me I quit” point when your brain decided to switch your feelings about solitude from distress to relief. I often find myself defending my love of being alone, to people who worry that I can’t possibly be happy to live in an isolated house in the woods; I insist that I do! I really do specifically enjoy the isolated factor and chose to live here because of it, but then I wonder how to differentiate an ingrained love of solitude from an acquired ability to thrive off unchosen loneliness, to learn from it and be nourished by it; to what extent it might be a form of contentment built on a bedrock of resignation.

#i feel this!#in the core of my being