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Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.

— John Eldridge  (via courageous-and-strong)

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My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.

— Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard (via elisebrown)

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If you want to work on your art, work on your life.

— Anton Chekhov (via itsquoted)

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And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.

Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.
It is the color that breaks out of the bedsheets.

— Thomas James, from “Tom O’Bedlam Among the Sunflowers,” Letters to a Stranger (Graywolf Press, 2008)

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Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?

— From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

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THERE IS NO LONELINESS THERE IS ONLY THIS (by Thomas Berlin)

THERE IS NO LONELINESS THERE IS ONLY THIS (by Thomas Berlin)

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I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.

— Hemingway (via stillmeaningless)

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