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here i am, being told that i’m growing up when i never even got the chance to be a kid

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

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I could steal the moon from the skies for you, pluck it right out from behind the clouds, wrap it in my coat, hand it to you like a secret but all I have is my heart, hopeless, peeled back through the layers of time, soft as bruised fruit, still beating.

But again, if you told me, if you really looked at me and asked.

For you, I would.

I would walk barefoot through winter just to find the flower you said once reminded you of home. I would stitch my name into your jacket so you never forget someone stayed. I would cut pieces of sky for you paint them on your ceiling so your storms feel smaller. I would carry your grief in my pockets just so your hands are free to hold joy.

Just because you are and that has always been enough for me.

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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place – like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi

an elegy for the undead

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No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.

I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.

— marsadist (via twitter)

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Vera Pavlova, A Weight on My Back (tr. Steven Seymour)

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Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

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— Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian Poet & Writer

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“I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that's what love really boils down to--having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you're encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy.”

― Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

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— Heather Christle, from “Then We Are in Agreement.”

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But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.

― Louis Sachar, Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake

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“You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about the psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”

— Fortesa Latifi; Dull Pieces Of Truth