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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
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
— Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Martha Gellhorn.
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.
All you have to bring is your love of everything!
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Fall in love
with souls,
not faces.
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please tell me to stay with you






