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mehreenkhan · 8 months
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my heart shook intractably in my chest
from the entreaty of his imploring eyes
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— Forough Farrokhzad
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exerim · 7 months
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shelledbirdbarber · 2 years
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I hate this uncertainty.
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litandlifequotes · 3 months
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...she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see...
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston
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kattyart · 2 years
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Poema...
En Silencio, ¿ cuánto más podré aguantar ?
¿Cuántas veces debo decir adiós ?
¿que debo mostrarle a mi corazón ?
estoy enamorada de lo que creo, es la vida,
estoy enamorada del amor,
Parece una historia ilarante,
pero confío en humanidad con Corazón.
He pasado de ser la amiga, a la amante, a aquella de cama mas de una vez ,
De ser luz a inmediata oscuridad,
Decir Si, sin sentirlo y No verte otra vez,
de aceptar sin juzgar,
de callarme sin explotar
Guardando el oscuro secreto en mi ser
Soy luz y a oscuras muero,
Pues negarme no es opción
M corazón ha callado ,
He dicho ¡Adiós!,
Dentro de mi gritan ¡NO!,
Puedo ser solo un rato
y aceptar lo que soy ,
Puedo escucharlos
Se que perdida voy,
la historia no se ha escrito ,
pero aún la niña enamorada soy .
Vivo cada día como si fuera solo hoy...
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Poem ...
In Silence, how much more can I endure ?
How many times must I say goodbye?
What should I show my heart?
I'm in love with what I believe, is life,
I'm in love with love,
It seems like a hilarious story,
but I trust humanity with a heart.
I've gone from being the friend, to the lover, to the one in bed more than once,
From being light to immediate darkness,
To say Yes, without feeling it and not seeing you again,
from accepting without judging,
of keeping quiet without exploding
Keeping the dark secret in my being
I am light and in the dark I die,
For denying me is not an option
My heart is silent,
I have said goodbye,
Inside me they scream NO!
I can be just for a while
and accept what I am,
I can hear them
I know that lost I go,
the story hasn't been written ,
but still the little girl in love I am.
I live each day as if it were just today ....
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jumpluffdrifting · 1 year
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Being into when they cry is like, such a curse yknow
Your friend is like “hey you should read these visual novels. theres no choices the art is bad and it takes 140 hours to read” and youre like “yeah no”
But maybe one day you watch a bad anime adaptation and think sure I like visual novels enough lets see what this is about, and it’s the fckikg best thing out there. The greatest experience of your life. It feels like it took forever yet its over in a flash
And now youre going to all your friends like “you gotta read this visual novel. theres no choices the art is bad and it takes 140 hours to read”
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ibonoco · 7 months
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RÊVE Suzanne Vega – Book Of Dreams Le rêve avait toujours été là, préexistant à toute chose... Le rêve est ce qui avait toujours été là, en lui, berçant son cœur d’une douce présence, et se reflétant dans son regard noir quand un très court instant, il lui semblait qu’un des secrets de l’univers le pénétrait très furtivement pour aussitôt, l’instant d’après, s’évanouir pour toujours parce…
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temere-canis · 9 months
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ouughh kokosara... i can feel it pumping in my veins,,,
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beautiful-excuses · 9 months
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Annoyed/confused/angry about the fact that men seem to think that saying "just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it" is at all a decent answer when a woman says she's tired of doing all the housework. Completely missing the point! I don't want to have to instruct you to do things! I want you to just do them! Because we live here together and I'm not your mother/housekeeper?? Got so frustrated today that I cried because I'm feeling kinda sick and my bf still asked me what we're having for dinner. I don't want to have to respond to that "can you please make dinner because I don't feel well?" you KNOW I don't feel well, yet you still assume I'm going to make the food.... ended with me crying that I just wanted some bread and soup (from a can...) and him making it for me. But then, what would be a nice gesture is basically ruined by the fact that I had to spell it out and cry before he did it.... Like........ I don't get it. Maybe I just won't enjoy dating men, in terms of this being the level of care given. It seems like this is just *how it is*
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may-fleece · 1 year
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jojoblessed365 · 1 year
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Guess the clues:
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Here's a snippet from tomorrow's chapter:
Rory looks at him as he plays, and she hears Sophie softly singing in the background. And ironically, the lyrics seem to match their current predicament- Oh what a hit we made, We came on next to closing, Best on the bill, lovers until, love left the masquerade.
And the Sophie sings the verse- Fate seemed to pull the strings, I turned and you were gone. While from the darkened wings, The music box played on.
And then Jess looks and they both seem to find themself caught in the moment, gazing at each other, as Sophie sings the last verse- Sad little serenade, song of my heart's composing. I hear it still, I always will, best on the bill. Charade.
Jess plays out the last ending notes and sighs. There’s a long drawn-out silence, and then Jess shrugs, “Come on, why don’t you try and play something?”
Rory shakes her head, “Oh, I couldn’t...”
“Come on, humour me.”
Rory looks at him. “Okay, I took a few lessons from my neighbour Morey and this is all I can remember.” She plinks the five ivories involves in the first two lines of “Heart and Soul”- C C C_ C B A B C D_ E E E.
Jess chuckles. “Oh, you can’t be serious.”
Rory looks at him, grinning. She plays the melody again, and Jess sighs, “Oh, alright.” And he begins playing the supporting accompaniment in the bass. They look at each other and chuckle and play a few rounds of the melody.
They enjoy each other’s presence, as if they’re seeing each other and all those places they frequented in the past, all in a new light- a shade or hue of scenery that they could never envision. Until now.
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missroller15 · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Gilmore Girls, Literati - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano Characters: Rory Gilmore, Jess Mariano Additional Tags: so hi, welcome to my attempt at dealing with the s6 angst, to make it clear in this universe dean doesn't exist so let's get that outta the way, this is a really weirdly structured fic so warning i'll try my best to make it make sense, anyway enjoy more s3 fluffy literati content, but also angst bc these two love making us suffer <3, hope you guys like it though, OH this is also a song fic by the way Summary:
Follow Rory and Jess through the song, Remember That Night? by Sara Kays. It follows two plots, one is after Jess leaves Rory in S3 and the other is a night-out when they're dating during S3, eventually it'll all tie together. Trust me, and enjoy the ride.
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shelledbirdbarber · 1 year
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The moment I opened the document, I got scared and closed it. I knew when I finish it something will change. And I’m scared of change.
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gubbybug · 2 months
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Ah yes the literary depth and insightfulness of short form porn books
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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months
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🔪In Search Of MxM, 18 looking for 18+, American Psycho Roleplay! 🔪
It would be Male Oc x Patrick Bateman, I’m fairly literate, providing on average two paragraphs and I’m open to any ideas you’d provide!
There could be possible elements of dead dove material due to the nature of American Psycho.
Patrick Bateman, a successful man in New York hadn’t really felt proper emotions besides Greed and Disgust, he wouldn’t say that he was attracted to men, just enjoyed the feeling of their skin against his own, well when they had been clean, smooth, not being a fan of dirty men. His sanity had been slipping away, day after day his bloodlust had grown. He hadn’t known why he felt these things, could it be the frustration from his girlfriend having an affair? He hadn’t known. His primary target had been younger men, always handsome, he wasn’t going to waste his time and effort on some he deemed ugly.
That was until he saw Warrick, a ‘unique’ yet ugly name in his opinion, but the man, he seemed different then his regular victims, the way the man had looked, acted, it was a genuinely kind person, clean person, not a filthy one. Deciding upon keeping him around, just for now. Seeing Warrick every few days, calling often, making sure he was safe, Patrick wanted him to be safe, unfortunately Warrick was well liked, people would notice if he went missing, god knows how many people he’s told about Patrick. So the man couldn’t just keep him in his apartment against his will, Patrick had known that Warrick genuinely cared for him, even making Patrick meals whenever he came over, bringing his own toiletries to not touch Patrick’s, he appreciated it, even if he sometimes wanted to bash Warrick’s skull in.
Give me a like if you’re interested!
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undeadassociate · 5 months
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The way im reading Dune and marked the exact three definitions in the back of the book that I knew i'd need constantly is so helpful
Like god knows im not gonna remember what O.C. bible stands for when so much ia going on
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