you can't fight this war on your own.


telling someone “it could be worse” when they’re already upset does not help so stop

(via trust)


We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
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"i wonder if you miss me as much as i miss you. i wonder if your chest aches as much as mine does when all i want is you. oh god my heart burns for you."

Wise words, Papa Hall.
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