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Being able to dictate one's life is a luxury only a few have, and it is still a dream for many. Saying no is seen as an offense, saying yes is seen as a doorway to exploitation, and many don't even get to decide.
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Mean girls.. if they were honest about their intentions, and tries to write a friendly letter to you but fails miserably.
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Those who have achieved their goals have it hard here, and those who have missed their chances also have it hard. Who is this world made for?
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Shells hold the echoes of the sea like memories, just as we do. Even after being washed onto the shores and pulled back in by those monstrous waves, they hold strong to the sand, satisfying themselves that they will never return to that hell again.
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Life is so unfair, but I still try so hard to make it fair for all, even when it is falling apart for me. Is this what "me against the world" means?
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Promises made many moons ago could even fade away like a dying star, yet in the sunny rays of hope, they eclipse the uncertainty to reveal the ring of destiny.
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Feelings are denied, emotions are unseen, and thoughts are considered useless, yet I felt my heart dropping, my stomach turning, and my hands freezing. How much of it is just in my head?
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Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof I paid the price.
— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
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Teaching your boundaries to be stronger than your soft heart is top tier self care.
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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
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This poem explores the journey of a man who emotionally manipulates women, keeping them in a state of hope and uncertainty while he continues to search for fulfillment. Despite finding someone who seems to fit his ideal, he remains empty and continues his cycle of exploitation. The women in the poem are depicted as horses, symbolizing their role in his manipulation and control.
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You won't ever find the answer to the actions of horrible people who only want to hurt others, and do you know why? Because you're not them.
k.b. // always remember
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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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The ones who don’t like to be hugged were once those kids who never got any when they needed it the most.
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