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… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.

I fall in love with ideas and fantasies rather than whole beings and then I sit here and wonder why I’m still alone. It’s because I don’t f*cking pay attention. I’m too busy thinking about tomorrow that today falls through the cracks.

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes; for those who love with heart and soul there is no separation.

The essence of compassion is a desire to alleviate the suffering of others and to promote their well-being.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.