We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world.
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We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world.

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We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world.
The moment Echo saw Narcissus She was in love.
She followed him
Like a starving wolf following a stag too strong to be tackled.
And like a cat in winter at a fire
She could not edge close enough
To what singed her, and would burn her.
Knowing that you love the earth changes you, activates you to defend and protect and celebrate. But when you feel that the earth loves you in return, that feeling transforms the relationship from a one-way street into a sacred bond.
Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer
“She was the still point of the turning world, man. I never got over that girl. Never. I mean… you know, I loved a lot of ladies, but not like that. That was real. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. I didn’t know what had hit me. I didn’t know what to do, cause it was so easy with all the other girls, but she wouldn’t look at me. I was never the kind to pursue, if you know what I mean. That girl drove me crazy, man.”
Trip Fontaine, The Virgin Suicides (1999)

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the light upon the surface that beckoned deep into the moment and the tiger stepped forth
my soul is always with you
the light upon the surface that beckoned deep into the moment and the tiger stepped forth
my soul is always with you
this is my niche
you will meet a very smart man and you will think he can understand the inner workings of misogyny and how to properly treat women and it's important you know he will never!!

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It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. V: 1947-1955
It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel It shouldn't It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel
maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time

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So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live
John Muir, from a letter to his sister (1873)