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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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Tanith Lee, from her book titled "Tales from the Flat Earth," originally published in 1978
Anne Carson, from her book titled "The Beauty of the Husband," originally published in 2001
“Healing is a gentle lover, sometimes it only comes when you invite it in.”
— Myss Bradley, healing comes softly.
Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "That You Love Me," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems
“How do you grieve somebody that you see in everything? Grieving you, felt a lot like having to grieve the whole world all at once.”
-E.I.I., “Grief”
And it hurts until it eats you alive. Changes you forever in the blink of an eye. And it’s not something that just fades overnight. It’s something that stays for the rest of your life. When you lose somebody you love.
k.b. // nina nesbitt - when you lose someone
I hope you know what a special part of me you are — and that it will always stay that way.
— r.r.
You can’t control the narrative someone creates about you.
To some people, your presence will feel like light. To others, it may expose shadows they haven’t faced within themselves. That’s the reality of being deeply seen or mistakenly misread.
How many times have you mistaken a glance for love?