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love means leave // Michael O. 

It hurts to leave. But sometimes, love means leave.

Because you are fire and I am fuel, we are destined to burn and that, that is too much to take. Because leaving is much more painful than staying. Because we will end up being nothing but ashes. Because you are the traffic jam stuck in my soul and I can’t seem to move on. We are water going nowhere. You are the still water but it gets stagnant and toxic and I am the rushing water. I need waves. I live for currents.

It hurts to leave. But sometimes, love means leave.

Because you are the heaven and I am the earth, we are destined not to hold each other’s face and that, that is too much to take. Because I’d rather choose to hurt you by leaving than staying, because I can’t give the love you truly deserve. You are the gun pointed at my chest and I am the one who pulled the trigger to get myself killed. We are living in a fantasy with no happily ever after. You are the prince who saves his princess from the tower of loneliness, who seeks his princess to fit the glass slipper and I am not one of them. I am the princess who enjoys solitude, who enjoys not being rescued because not all princesses are meant to be saved by their princes.  Not all prince charming ride white horses with shields and swords. I am the princess who doesn’t sit there waiting to be rescued, waiting to be saved. I don’t want to die waiting. I don’t want to wake up one day becoming the evil queen.

I will rescue myself. I will save myself. I am worth saving.

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If not for these distances

I’d hold you now


Drown you in my stares

So you could swim


Swim in the depth of my eyes and see,

See what you mean to me


If not for these distances

I’d kiss you now


Devour you with the sweetness,

Sweetness of my love n lips


Taking you to another world just you n me

To make you see that you belong with me


If not for these distances

I’d hug you now


Resting my head on your chest

Connecting our heartbeats


And the world could see,

See the sparkles of love around ‘US’


Only and only

If not for these distances…

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“𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞." 

— 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐚 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧)


[ collage by me. i do not own the photos in it. ]

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I love seraching for connections between books that are not connected at all at first sight so here we go:

One Flew Over  Cuckoo’s Nest has a theory about rabbits in it and here we have houses of the Lost Boys in Peter Pan underground as if they were rabbits.

Both imagining rabbits as cowardly creatures dominated by much stronger and braver individuals.

Any other ideas? Has any of you read these books and see any connections?

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Mera baadal

Baraste baadal ko kya pata

Ki uski boondein

Kis kiski pyaas bujha jaayein

Baraste baadal ki kya khata

Ki uski boondon ke yun buntne se

Bijli ke tan mann mein jo

Ye aag lag jaaye

Ishq ho to ho baadal-bijli sa

Jahan barsein

Wahan zindagi

Lehlaha jaaye

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Iain Reid, from I’m Thinking of Ending Things
What holds this together? What gives life significance? What gives it shape and depth? In the end it comes for us all. So why do we wait for it instead of making it happen? What am I waiting for?
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