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→ Harrison

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I hadn’t known he was in love with her; for months and months and months not even an unconscious questioning had risen up, and I usually had a sort of 6th sense of things like these. People. I was a good people reader. Read them like children’s books, reading the slight changes and emotions…

Just realized I read one of Katie Crouch’s books (the author of that Sylvia Plath essay I just posted and cried while reading) this comes as a huge surprise because I can’t honestly say that I have read a lot of books. At least not as many as I would like to say I have.

(I read Girls in Trucks probably 3 years ago when I randomly picked it off a shelf in the adult section at a library) 

→ Making Sense Of Suicide With Sylvia Plath

I am crying while reading this. This is so fucking powerful. 

"   You can’t spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you, and you have to start by not rejecting yourself, you don’t deserve it. People can either accept you for who you are or they can fuck off   "
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My heart feels heavy