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“What doesn’t kill you leaves you lying awake at 2am wishing it had.”
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“Know thyself and thou shalt know all the mysteries of the gods and the universe.”
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The inscription on the Ancient Greek Temple of Apollo at Delphi
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I’m getting bad again and I’m scared because you’re not there for me like you used to be
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mihaly zichy ‘romantic encounter’ + these violent delights, micah nemerever
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—Marie Howe, from Magdalene Afterwards in "Magdalene: Poems"
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Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke daa
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—Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from "She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric Tears,"
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“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.”
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Walt Whitman
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“The heart wants what it wants. There’s no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that’s that.”
— Woody Allen
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“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”
— Unknown
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Every poem still tastes like you.
I’m doing my best to change that.
- Nikita Gill
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The Beatles and Brian Epstein (and Brian’s butler/housekeeper - I think) getting ready and having breakfast at Whaddon House before they go to to collect their MBEs on the 26th October 1965. The last photo is credited by Getty as the Beatles in the lift at Whaddon House, on their way to the palace.
Pics: Philippe Le Tellier / Getty Images / Mirrorpix
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i am FULLY against the sentiment that we don’t owe anybody anything. we owe people common decency. we owe people respect if it has been given to us. we owe people apologies & explanations when we hurt them. i don’t care.
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Nedra Glover Tawwab, Set Boundaries, Find Peace: A Guide to Reclaiming Yourself
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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
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“Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again.”
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
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Aisha Arna’out, from “The Visitor,” in Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (translated and edited by Kamal Boullata).
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