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may the people i love always stay safe
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Madison Julius Cawein, “October”
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Out of all the stars in the sky you were my favorite to look at.
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“What is a work of art if not the gaze of another person?”
— Karl Ove Knausgaard, “Completely Without Dignity: An Interview,” the Paris Review.
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Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong
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Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
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“Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs
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When someone expresses that they’ve been hurt, the focus should be on understanding their pain, not on defending yourself, flipping the situation to blame the person or shifting focus to your own feelings. This is emotionally immaturity at its peak. Acknowledging harm without making it about your own emotions shows emotional intelligence and respect
And if you do have feelings about the situation, it’s best to communicate them separately instead of making it a competition. Healing conversations require space for both people, but not at the cost of dismissing the other’s pain
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“Childhood is a knife stuck in your throat. It can’t be easily removed.”
— Incendies (2011)
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“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
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