"All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
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I also think we're uncomfortable w/ the possibility that suffering can fundamentally change someone w/o making them wiser, kinder, or stronger. We want trauma to produce some compensating benefit so the suffering was “worth it,” but unfortunately that’s not always the case
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and if i must perish and spend the rest of my life learning how to live without you, then let it be known that for once, i knew what it meant to be infinite.
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maybe icarus loved the sun more than he feared the fall because falling was never destined to be a tragedy to him but the idea of not flying at all
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ If you are to be the sun, I am to be Icarus, a fool fated to fall and burn before I ever reach you. Even on wings of wax, I would fly towards you.
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this year felt like you got hit by a car but it wasn't enough so a truck ran over you and life decided that still wasn't enough so it sent a whole bulldozer to finish the job
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i think maybe a better way to say this is finding someone that feels as rejected from reality as you, two souls that never should have existed finding each other and making this wandering journey you're on a little less lonely
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sharing your music with someone is a sacred act that says i like you. maybe a little too much, it’s kind of embarrassing. here is a song that makes me think of you and I’m trusting you to not ruin it for me
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Dostoevsky writes this letter to his friend after losing his three months old daughter. I don't know how much this man has suffered all his life.
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perhaps some loves are meant to be kept at arm’s length. admired like rain through glass windows; close enough to see, but never close enough to be touched.

































