I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
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Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.
— Gustav Klimt
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Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
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Poets are the painters of human experience, capturing the colors of their heart in verse.
— agelesslibrary
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Winnie-the-Pooh 🍯
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Miguel Hernández, tr. by Timothy Baland, from The Selected Poems; "The Last Corner,"
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female friendships are so precious and beautiful. sisterhood is so inherent in women. there is a life force where many women are sitting together and conversing. their giggles reverberates through the deepest chambers of the even the coldest of hearts & softens them. when they take care of each other together from oiling their hair turn by turn by to putting henna on each other’s palms, everything is a sacred offering to some source unseen; but only felt. they spend hours talking about things unfathomable from the basis of love to the state of the world, the soul, beauty, last, present & future & many other philosophies. because when they’re sitting in a room together that’s where they’re easily allowed to ‘be’. here, they aren’t someone being smothered by alotted identities. they aren’t just someone’s sister or daughter or even lover, but just humans trying to make the most out of their freedom to breathe.
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Before the lights go out
Let's be lovers for a day,
In case we won't make it through the night!
At least we'll have a story to hold onto
For when the world ends,
We know we're not meant to grow old
So maybe let's tell each other words
We’ve never heard before,
Confess our crimes and taste the sky
Before it all comes down,
Before the earth is fire and ash,
Before the lights go out.
~ A. A. Roman
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tore my shelves apart to share some autumn reads with you
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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Let me lose in the poetry, let me lose in the art, let me lose in the music, let me lose in the sky, the words and art are what bound my heart and soul, let me lose in the magic, let me lose in my mind, even if it for a moment, let me live in the world I desire, with the people I love. This world is too cruel, too harsh and too realistic. Let me live the happiness I pray for and happy endings i crave for.
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It is in the nature of human that we outgrow something. We outgrow the things or person we cherished the most in our lives. And we start outgrowing things from our childhood and this porcess continues till our death. You may sometimes feel an attachment to that person or thing but not like that.
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sooo i wrote something
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