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academia-lucifer · 3 days
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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
— J.D. Salinger.
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bymarahh · 2 days
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📚 Black Rose by Marah H
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"Unrequited love, when it entwines with friendship, is like gazing upon a masterpiece through a glass pane – close enough to admire its beauty, yet painfully distant from touching its depths. Loving a friend is traversing a delicate tightrope between the warmth of companionship and the abyss of unspoken desires, where every step taken risks shattering the precious bond we hold dear."
-- Kit Wilde
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Plenty of fish in the sea, right?
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Day 84 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
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I want to sleep forever,
Will you slip into oblivion with me?
~Jenni
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thewaitingluna · 2 days
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My mind is so used to dissociating that I have not been present for a lot of things.
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hauxicrook · 1 day
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Somehow having more interactions here on tumblr gives me more confidence IRL too!
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theoncehopefulone · 2 days
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"As I drive home, amidst a blur of passing lights and a flurry of chaotic thoughts, there's solace in the serene thought of you, guiding me to the tranquility at the journey's end."
— My head past midnight
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moderndaymystic · 8 months
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The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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bebx · 5 months
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whirlwindofstuff · 1 year
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bymarahh · 5 hours
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IG @bymarahh
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despondentbeauty · 7 months
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In another universe, you stayed.
— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.
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LONG LONELY NIGHTS..
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bebs-art-gallery · 5 months
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The Difference Between “Hello” and “Goodbye”
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— by Fabian Perez
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