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serenestranger · 5 months
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‘Tis the season for depression
In autumn's waning light, a boy stands alone, Whispering winds foretell what he's always known.
As leaves cascade in hues of amber and gold, His spirit darkens, a tale often retold.
The chill in the air, a herald of despair, He fights the shadows, but they linger there.
A specter of gloom, relentless and vast, Seasonal sorrows, a spell he's bound to cast.
He seeks refuge in laughter, in joyful sound, Yet the encroaching gloom knows no rebound.
Desperate, he chases fleeting rays of sun, But the looming darkness can't be outrun.
He crafts a shield of smiles, a facade to wear, Hiding the tempest, the brewing despair.
His heart yearns for warmth, for a radiant glow, Yet the weight of the season drags him low.
He longs to dance amidst the falling snow, To defy the melancholy's steady flow.
But like a relentless tide, it begins to swell, Engulfing his world in its icy spell.
He battles bravely, yet he knows it's in vain, As the seasonal sorrow tightens its chain.
Each day a struggle, a fight to endure, Till springtime's embrace offers a cure.
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serenestranger · 7 months
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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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serenestranger · 1 year
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I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me. I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.
Deb Caletti, The Six Rules of Maybe
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serenestranger · 2 years
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I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
Mark Twain
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serenestranger · 2 years
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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
Kahlil Gibran
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serenestranger · 2 years
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
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serenestranger · 2 years
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You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality.
Ayn Rand
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serenestranger · 2 years
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There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.
Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times
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serenestranger · 2 years
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By you, I am forever undone.
Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing
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serenestranger · 2 years
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'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
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serenestranger · 2 years
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It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
Erich Maria Remarque,  Three Comrades
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serenestranger · 2 years
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There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
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serenestranger · 2 years
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Hide all you want, but the truth will always find you.
Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa
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serenestranger · 2 years
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People will risk everything for a little bit of something beautiful.
My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell
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serenestranger · 2 years
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There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
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serenestranger · 2 years
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There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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serenestranger · 2 years
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And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
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