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PC: Alison Scarpulla Years have passed, and in that time I've wandered leaving pieces of my innocence behind like bread crumbs. I'm ...

PC: Eliot Lee Hazel There is nothing as blindingly heart-breaking and ultimately humbling as the death of someone you love. The unjustifiabl...

PC: Tim Barber You were never long in your goodbyes little cousin. But just this once I wish you could have lingered. If my heart is made of...

PC: Candace Meyer Simple. Honest. Modest. Uncontrived. The four most beautiful words in any language. Sometimes when you surround yourself w...

PC: Emma Summerton for Pop Magazine You fray yourself apart to be important - to be seen, admired, emulated. You float fastidiously on an in...

We are never so vulnerable to suffering as when we love. No pain runs deeper than that closest to the heart. In love, there's no escapin...

PC: Michael Tintiuc in Huge Magazine Do you ever worry that you will lose your mind one day? Do you ever feel like you already have? How fin...

Your heart is a drummer, his song is the only song. And you, unmoved and unwilling, have no choice but to dance. You are stuck in your head ...

All the antique shops in New York sell antique photographs, tossed loosely in an antique tin. These are the smallest histories, discarded pa...

PC: Du Juan Years and years spent hiding under white wings where neither storm nor sun could touch me. I've laughed hard through tightly...

PC: Claudia Bitzer You wait for the day after, because the day after pads the paleness of an uneventful life. We live in leaps. Our minds ex...

PC: Bruno Ripoche I always thought that reaching my dreams would feel like winning the lottery. I imagined running, arms-flailing down the s...

At the end of the day, we're all just looking for our carrot. But why is it that the carrots we want most are those furthest out of our ...

PC: Claudine Doury To all the things both sweeter and warmer than the summer sun. I will close my eyes and think of you until June breaks ov...

PC: The Original Hipster by Julia Chesky His life hung like a rain drop over an empty well. The notes that echoed in his heart were whispers...