tbh my heart is real different than it was last year this time around
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tbh my heart is real different than it was last year this time around
“Part of being human is that we can’t go back, we can only hope that if we come across that moment again we’ll do it the right way.”
— Jesse Lacey
“Either one of us could be the other, sometimes. In shadow like this. She sighs. We both stare down at the glittering river knowing we’ll find no answers there. We’ve agreed there’s no right or wrong, no answers at all when it comes to love. And there are so many we might have loved, might yet love, or love again.”
— Cecilia Woloch, ‘Postcard with Sarah, to Sarah, from a bridge in Paris–Which?’ in Narcissus
the crab in the little mermaid was right, the human world is a mess
“You can’t skip chapters, that’s not how life works. You have to read every line, meet every character. You won’t enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters might make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments when you don’t want pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.”
— Pillow Thoughts II: Healing the Heart, Courtney Peppernell
“The laughter we share, the sadness we have walked through, are part of us now.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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What is the soul allowed to keep? Every Birth, every small gift, every ache? I know
I have knelt just here, torn apart by loss.
— Tracy K. Smith, from “Eternity,” published in The Awl
“Yes words, words! When we’re faced by something we don’t understand, by a sense of evil that seems as if it’s going to swallow us, don’t we all find comfort in a word that tells us nothing but that calms us?”
— Luigi Pirandello, “Six Characters in Search of an Author”, Three Plays (trans. Robert Rietty, Julian Mitchell, John Linstrum)
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“Well, the more I feel, the more I seem to be capable of feeling. It scares me a little because if I keep on, some day I’ll feel so much that it will probably kill me.”
— Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; “In Memory of an Aristocrat,”
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“Your moon-shaded eyes and your heaven-breathing hair,”
— Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “To Artemis, The Destroyer,”
“I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.”
— Carl Jung
Every stranger you pass by on the street has a life as equally vivid as yours. You’re the “main character” of your personal story, but all the background characters have their own stories that are just as intricate and rich with detail as your own.
i think we start healing by telling the truth