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“You are in every line I have ever read.”
— Charles Dickens, from Great Expectations 

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“We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.”

- Charles Bukowski

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I loved with all my heart, but there is nothing of this left,

—  | Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Olive Higgins Prouty wr. c. September 1962

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whitman,

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on her relationship with alicia carstairs.

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on her relationship with alicia carstairs.

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not to be dramatic but the trauma of being a daughter is real and my relationship with my mother is and will always be one of the most devastating and complex relationships i will ever experience

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"Why must I “make a hypothesis” and “have a real research question?” Is it not enough to be sexy and collect random data until I stumble across a discovery?"

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If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more
- Jane Austen

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when vincent van gogh said “but you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more”

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“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”

— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones