May 2012
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I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations...
– BY PABLO NERUDA
TRANSLATED BY MARK EISNER
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A Million Little Deaths
Sometimes waiting for something for a long time is like dying a million little deaths.
You wait and hope and hope and hope.
Every time you check to see if it’s happening - and then it isn’t - you die just a little inside.
And then you wait and wait and wait.
And that means you die and die and die a little more each time.
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There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a...
– Sarah Dessen
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I seldom raised my voice in protest [while my friends sexually harassed women]...
– Dr. L’Heureux Lewis (via msandrogynous)
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It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via mountained)