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Louise Glรผck, Poems 1962-2012
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โ€œWhen you meet the one who changes the way your heart beats, dance with them to that rhythm for as long as the song lasts.โ€
โ€” Kirk Diedrich
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Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
โ€” John Green.
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โ€“Beau Taplin
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I cried, and the birds came down and made my song their own.
Theodore Roethke, from "Words for the Wind", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]
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they should study your blog Iโ€™m sure they would make new psychological discoveries and breakthroughs
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I think a giant 7ft scythe would greatly benefit my appearance
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does anyone know about the yearning & the wanting
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-Patricia Smith
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And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy - E.A. Poe
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โ€” David Cronenberg, Consumed
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With the eye of the imagination I saw a very ancient lady crossing the street on the arm of a middle-aged woman, her daughter, perhaps, both so respectably booted and furred that their dressing in the afternoon must be a ritual, and the clothes themselves put away in cupboards with camphor, year after year, throughout the summer months.
Virginia Woolf
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i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed
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