Things were easier when we were kids. I didn't care if you didn't understand the things I cared about. You didn't care that my dreams were different and bigger than yours. We just liked that we were together, under the same sun, taking turns on the swing set with the same grass brushing our bare feet, the same wind on our faces, watching the same kids flying kites a few feet away, sharing laughs when they teased us for liking each other.
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"Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life."
– Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
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normalize reading a book without caring if the spine breaks, folded cover, misspelled annotations and just ruining the book completely as a form of art
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“I don’t know what to do,” he said.
“No harm in that. I’ve never known what to do,” said Rincewind with hollow cheerfulness. “Been completely at a loss my whole life.” He hesitated “I think it’s called being human, or something.”
Terry Pratchett, ‘Sourcery’.
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.
— Catherine Breillat
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