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Will it ever get better?

by Théo Gosselin by abbie calvert
And I said to myself: That’s true, hope
needs to be
like barbed wire to keep out despair,
hope must be a mine field.

Yehuda Amichai, “Ein Yahav” 

ואמרתי בלבי: אמת, התקווה צריכה להיות
כמו תיל כדי להגן עלינו מן היאוש
התקווה צריכה להיות שדה מוקשים

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by Pelayo Arbués Dasha in bloom, by honey and milk
I live for coincidences. They briefly give to me the illusion or the hope that there’s a pattern to my life, and if there’s a pattern, then maybe I’m moving toward some kind of destiny where it’s all explained.

Jonathan Ames

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Guys look at my new nike ✔️

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Stephen Chbosky

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by Théo Gosselin Samoyed, by honey and milk
No one should ever ask themselves that: why am I unhappy? The question carries within it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to find out what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now, then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are, feeling even more unhappy.

Paulo Coelho

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self portrait, by Maria Sedelnikova Lost in movement. by Moeys Photography
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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