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“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”

― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

(photograph by Farrah Aviva)

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#AndNobodyKnows

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“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

(photowork by Zdjecia Nodame)

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“And each scar
has the shape of your mouth.”

— Pablo Neruda, The Earth

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“I talked a good hello
but she talked an even
better good-bye.”

— Richard Brautigan, Impasse

(film: Ashes of Time (1994) by Wong Kar-wai)

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“Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore

(artwork by Sandis Helvigs)

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“Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”

— Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century

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“In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.”

—Mitch Albom

(photograph by Robin Isly)

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“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

(artwork by Liliana Porter)

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable… It means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

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“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart…”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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“It is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.”

— Charles Bukowski

(Photograph by kodiakstag, 2016)

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“People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.”

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster

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“In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”

— Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries

(Photograph by Allan Grant, June 1946)

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“Some people hide their sadness very well.”

—Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed

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“Stop insisting on clearing your head,
clear your fucking heart instead.”

— Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters Vol. 4

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“People say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
Truth is, you knew what you had,
you just never thought you’d lose it.”

(Photograph by Brandon Kidwell)

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#NowYouKnow

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“Every profound thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

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I am not a musician. I know nothing of notes, and sharps, nothing about tones, and dynamics. And sometimes I panic, almost every time to be honest. But although the melodies of our hearts never meet and they rarely strike at the same beat, the sound it makes when we’re together feels like a symphony to me.

— Arence Gabriel Gecale

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#NowYouKnow

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“I think the weirdest thing is having left-over information about someone. Like I still know someone’s favorite girl name, or their favorite season, or someone’s address. I remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors, someone’s favorite childhood book, and the mental disorder their uncle has. I remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. I remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. Where do I put this down? Where do I learn to forget?”

—intergalartic

(oil painting by Gottfried Helnwein)

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“He is exactly
the poem
I wanted to write.”

— Mary Oliver

(oil painting by Ivan Alifan)

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“People leave you out in the cold and then get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.”

— intergalartic

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“Somewhere there are Minke whales singing hymns in my belly,
Lonely cries beneath my star lined ribs.
Somewhere there is sea foam and driftwood lapping against my skin,
Drowning me in Vetiver notes and Pearlescent chords.

Somewhere the wind cracks and cries through my hollow frame.
The rains come and the tides swell and my throat is all sand and gravel
And your name stuck against my tongue, beating against the backs of my teeth.

Somewhere a whistle cries and the lighthouse fades
And I am floating in the ink bled sky.
Somewhere my last breath is leaving my body and I—
I don’t feel a thing.”

— intergalartic

(artwork by witchoria)

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“I am hopelessly in love with a memory; an echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

(photograph by Aleia Murawski)

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On why I watch and read stuff over—

“It’s simple, really. It’s like, when you’re watching a movie, or reading a book, you’re looking forward, seeing where it’s going to go next. I’m looking around, taking everything in. The important part is not eagerly anticipating the final destination, but exploring the journey there. So, while what’s going to happen next is certainly intriguing to a high degree, why and how it’s happening is what is utterly captivating, what defines the reason and purpose of what’s about to happen. And I believe that varies with each read; it finds a way to enlighten you in new ways each time. Besides, I like knowing how things are going to turn out, whether they end in bliss or sorrow. I know you’ll say it’s pointless to look forward to something you already know is going to turn out a certain way. But, the point is, that knowledge doesn’t dull the way those sequence of events are going to make you feel, regardless of how many times you relive them. And if they do, then you know the film/novel, has no depth.”

— intergalartic

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To her—

“When I talk to you, or look at you, its like everyone else disappears. When you’re around I just can’t seem to focus. It’s like you’re all that exists. And then I remember that the way I see you isn’t the way you see me, and it sucks a bit. It’s not that I didn’t know that from before, it just hits a bit harder each time I see your face, or hear your voice, or simply, think of you. Your existence makes me tremble with both pleasure and sorrow.”

— intergalartic // Letters Edition 

(photograph by Jennifer Stenglein)

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“Admit it. You aren’t like them. Not even close.
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider. Watching the ‘normal people’ as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords like ‘Have a nice day’ and “Weather’s awful today, eh?’, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like ‘Tell me something that makes you cry’ or ‘What do you think déjà vu is for?‘”

—Timothy Leary

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“Constantly torn between ‘if it’s meant to be, it will be’ and ‘if you want it, go get it‘.”

— intergalartic

(artwork by Bhumika Gupta)

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“Everything was beautiful
and nothing hurt.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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“The thought of you is ever present. Somedays it is faint and small, like a whisper in the dark, and others, unbearable, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. But whatever the case, you are always on my mind, every day, every hour, every minute.”

— Beau Taplin

(photograph: Steven Meisel)

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“You were unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”

—Simon Van Booy

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Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.

— Lewis Carroll

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“If darkness is really not darkness at all, but rather, the absence of light. Then my flaws are really not flaws at all, but rather, the absence of you.”

— Christopher Poindexter

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Perfer et ebdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim –
“Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.”

— Cecilia Ahern, Thanks For The Memories

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“A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.”

—Franklin D. Roosevelt

(artwork: Katsushika Hokusai)

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“And everyday, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling ‘This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!’

And each day, it’s up to you, to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say ‘No. This is what’s important.'”

Iain Thomas, Iwrotethisforyou

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“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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“And then all of a sudden, she changed. She came back a completely different person, with a new mindset, a new outlook, a new soul. The girl that once cared way too much, about everyone and everything, no longer cared at all.”

— intergalartic

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You know this feeling. Clock hands spinning, digital reds blinking. The representation of time does not matter, only that it’s dwindling, seconds slipping faster than you can count sheep clearing fences & fading into oblivion – the place you’d rather be. You keep wondering what you could have said, should have done, differently. Mind racing, thoughts a maddening rush of missed punctuation & comma splices, but there’s no grammatically correct way to go crazy, is there? You, your limbs, tangled up in sheets, in an oversized bed that suddenly seems much too big for your solitary body, feeling more alone than you’ve ever been, knowing that morning light is going to hit you hard as whiskey, wondering if tomorrow will bring closure. It won’t. Closure is something you give yourself. It doesn’t come in the form of excuses or apologies that are just as empty as the person who failed you. Stop wondering, stop your wild thoughts. Stop feeling alone when you’re not. Because these cruel hours are no stranger to me. You see, I’m up too.

— intergalartic

(photograph: Mona Kuhn)

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“I ignored your aura,
but it grabbed me by the hand
like the moon pulled the tide
and the tide pulled the sand.”

— Talib Kweli

(artwork by Frank Horvat)

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“Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. And sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.”

— intergalartic

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“No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. That someone will take all that you are and rip it to pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you’ll learn something about yourself. You’ll learn that you’re strong and no matter how hard they destroy you, that you can conquer anyone.”

— intergalartic

(photograph: Louie Aguila)

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“He’s more myself than I am; whatever our souls are made of, his mine are the same.”

—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

(oil painting by: Ivan Alifan)

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“For you, a thousand times over.”

— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

(artwork: Yung Cheng Lin)

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“I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.” — Because I Look For You

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Dear Kids, When I fail…

What every kid needs to hear from their parent every now and then.
Lovely post!

WONDEROAK

Dear kids,

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I see that you’ve grown over night. Your face is more defined, your eyes look older. A part of me is excited and in awe; I know you have so much ahead of you. Another part is scared because time is racing and I can’t slow it down. I’m afraid that I haven’t always been awake and noticing, and that somehow I have slept through the magic of your growing. I wonder, have I enjoyed you enough? Have I given you what you needed? Is your heart still whole? Is your spirit unbroken?

I’m not always good at this. I’m not always as good as I want to be at being your mom. I want to be great; and sometimes I am, but sometimes I’m not.

Sometimes I get it, and sometimes I don’t.

Sometimes I do it right, and sometimes I completely miss it.

Everyday…

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#melody

#Suddenly

“You never apologized for hurting me, but I apologized to you twelve times for being angry about it.”

— intergalartic

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