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girlmixedupwithstreet · 9 months
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It seemed more honest to remain silent.
Ingeborg Bachmann, quoted by R. Kolewe in 'Afterletters: From an essay on desire'
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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The humblest of tasks get beautiful when loving hands do them.
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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And when I look Into the mirror, All I see are The people I Could have been.
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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A silence with you Is not a silence But a moment rich with peace
Leonard Nimoy
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue
from "Medusa", by Carol Ann Duffy
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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Little by little, one travels far.
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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She will be the one standing by the ocean with the sun in her hair, and a smile like a love song rising form the sea.
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girlmixedupwithstreet · 10 months
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I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
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Where Is My Mind (The Pixies Piano Cover) by Maxence Cyrin
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I love badly. That is, too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable cliff, only to reel back in horror from a simple view out of the window.
Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’
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Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance  |  Ada Limon
Sometimes, I think you get the worst of me. The much-loved loose forest-green sweatpants, the long bra-less days, hair knotted and uncivilized, a shadowed brow where the devilish thoughts do their hoofed dance on the brain. I’d like to say this means I love you, the stained white cotton T-shirt, the tears, pistachio shells, the mess of orange peels on my desk, but it’s different than that. I move in this house with you, the way I move in my mind, unencumbered by beauty’s cage. I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I’m wrong, it is that I love you, but it’s more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it.
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It was only when she came out of the tunnel into the moonlight or by the sea or into a thunderstorm that she really felt herself. What did it mean? What was it she was always wanting?
Katherine Mansfield, from The Garden Party and Other Stories; The Daughters of the Late Colonel
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You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
James Baldwin
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