If I Had A Flower For Every Time I Thought Of You

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Pablo Neruda
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Rekindled That Which I have Lost

We feel a lot of pressure about looking silly or appearing weak, whatever that means, or being a failure. You have to keep in your head: what’s the worst that can happen?”
-Michael Fassbender
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From A Whisper To A Scream

She didn’t know that I was dead inside, that I had ruled out the chance of joy ever again. For that night and every night to follow. I had fully settled into my unhappiness and wore it comfortably.”
-Dawn French
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