Fck Feelings, I Love Being Dead
Fck feelings, I love being dead
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We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
-Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (Platinum Fiction Series)
"I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember."
-Dominic Riccitello
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
And for you, a thousand times over I will.
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street
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