― Circe, Madeline Miller
[text ID: But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.]
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― Circe, Madeline Miller
[text ID: But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.]
I love you and I would love you if I had never met you. And I love you as though I’ve been waiting all my life just to love you.
being in love with one person for the rest of my life and healing and growing together is literally what i was built for i stg
musings on november
― Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
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“Because in reality, my love isn’t just the you that you show, but the you that you don’t show. So please, let me love you. If you show me the parts that you think are unlovable. Let me show you that they are the easiest parts to love.”
- A boy I used to know
‘Sirens’ by John Longstaff, c. 1892.
Fallen Angel by Alexander Cabanel
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Credit to Elithien on Twitter
“أنا العاشِقُ السيءَ الحَظ لا أستَطيعَ الذَهَـابَ اليكـِ ولا أستَطَيعَ الرُجوعَ إليّ I am the unlucky lover I cannot give myself to you And I cannot go back to myself”
— Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish’s poetry is enough to make Jane Austen shudder in her grave.