March 2012
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“Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain....”
– Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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I’m Sticking With You by The Velvet...
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So, there’s this boy
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“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J.D. Salinger
February 2012
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I realized that I want to be mentally alone, not physically alone. I am too much of a coward to be physically alone, but I am brave enough to be mentally alone.
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“Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.”
– Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray
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My stomach is making the oddest and strangest and weirdest noise and I know those three adjectives mean the same but I don’t care and my brother is on the top bunk and he keeps moving thus the whole bed is creaking and squeaking and I’m afraid it’s going to give out and fall on me whilst I’m sleeping and speaking of sleeping I should really go to sleep and you don’t...
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ambedo
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
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“I do struggle because I’m attracted to beautiful things, yet at the same time, I...”
– Tom Ford
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I wish I were the cream you massage on your face so that I would be able to caress your cheeks and penetrate everywhere. I wish I were the lotion you spread on your body so that I would be able to explore the different world under your skin, seeping and clinging and etching and memorizing—a world where I would need no map because it would be a world beautiful to be lost in and never resurfacing. I...
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“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This...”
– Henry Rollins
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“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and...”
– Sylvia Plath
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Every night I asked the heavens why I can’t have a voice like Norah Jones.
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“This is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force...”
– Franny Billingsley
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