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Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”
[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]
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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider.
Timothy Leary
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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.
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at this age if i tell you i do not care please believe me
Source: thoughtcascades
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I’m not everything I want to be but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning
- Charlotte Erikkson
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“Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.”
— William Nicholson
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“Are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache.”
— Unknown
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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
- Edgar Allen Poe
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“Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.”
— Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet
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The one thing I don't want to be is a burden to anyone.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
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— Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
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What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Unknown (via thehopefulquotes)
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As June runs into warm July
I think of little else but you.
Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)
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— The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton
[text ID: It is June. I am tired of being brave.]
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Vincent Van Gogh // John Keats
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