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this would cure me

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"My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but l'm not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”

Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith.

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— Franz Kafka, from “The Castle.”

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i find it attractive and not at all clingy when someone texts me after hanging out. i guess the gesture means a lot to me because it makes me feel remembered and valued

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— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

It speaks beyond words..

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one thing about me is that i noticed

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I fantasise about my love being reciprocated at its fullest capacity

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“Her love for the romantic was immortal.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (1917)

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every bruise i mysteriously get is a touch from an angel

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