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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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“People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky…”
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Enough, Suzanne Buffam
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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Let's just sit quietly and listen to the secrets the rain wants to tell us.
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.
-Haruki Murakami
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Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
-Bill Watterson
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Rainy days are made for daydreams and doing nothing. For steaming mugs of coffee and the comfort of favorite books. For enjoying one's own company.
John Mark Green
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
-Ocean Vuong
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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i don't get how ppl can hate the rain ? like.....the ocean came all this way to give the world tiny kisses & u treat her like this ???
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments...and enjoy every idle hour.
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I can't get out of my bed. The blankets have accepted me as one of their own. If I'll leave they will lose their trust in human race. I can't let that happen.
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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I don't understand how people can hate winter? What's wrong with the cold, the cosiness and the silence.
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"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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Winters are for roses and lost love, for old letters and warm coffee, for dried leaves and new found hope.
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"It might be cold outside but it's nice standing next to you.. all sunshine and flowers like your beautiful smile. A person could really dig being around you, you know that??"
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'I want the Winter. I feel soft snow-kisses, softening, whispering, winding into rivers down my fingers, making a lake of my palm— I want to see the ice, coating the world in glistening white, sparkling swords floating like faerie weapons down. I want to see a spiderweb, studded with pearls of rain and snow; I want to see all become stationary for a moment, have the cold freeze our constant flow.''
I want the winter,' - Megan's Poetry #1180
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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnesses To Flesh
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muzlfa-things · 2 years
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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar.
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