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William Wordsworth
I don't think either of us would be stuck. Life would move on, we'll live. Soon, people around us will also not be worried about us. But it would never be the same. The world would have less colors, the smiles wouldn't be as wide, the laughs wouldn't be as loud, neither the crying would be as relieving. People may not notice. But I'd know, and so would you.
-him
and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.
Μη σταματάς να ονειρεύεσαι.
I used to tell myself, ‘Maybe they’re going through something.’ But then I realized that I was too, and I never treated anyone that way.
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It is easy to hold onto someone in their bad times. It is difficult to hold onto someone when it's your bad times.
Yes this time.
— Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann (via lunamonchtuna)
there is something erotic about watching someone be extraordinarily competent at something especially if they're also really passionate about it
just read “to be loved is to be worth the inconvenience” it blew my mind away
— Leah Horlick from “For Your Own Good”
In me, there are so many lives unlived. That's why I carry so much grief.
I think of you often and my love is with you wherever you are.
August 2nd, 1963 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977