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persianmom-deactivated20251026

love is a beautiful thing and although it can be painful I would encourage everyone to do it and do it often without the hesitation of "what if I get hurt?" you will get hurt but why is that so frightening? have you no trust in your own ability to be hurt and get over it? how silly when your whole life is a testament to your resilience

wholeheartedsuggestions

i wonder how you feel when you hear my name

ch3rrybite

i would have loved you like they did in the myths—recklessly, desperately, with the kind of devotion that makes gods jealous. i’d have turned rivers to wine just to hear you laugh, stolen fire to keep you warm. you’d have been my sanctuary, my ruin, my reason to defy the heavens.

they would have written songs about us. called us tragic, called us fools, called us immortal. and they’d be right. because even when the world crumbled around us, i’d have clung to you, begged the fates to weave us back together, again and again.

you could have been my helen, my eurydice, my psyche. my everything.

but here i am, mortal and alone, clutching the echoes of a love that never came to be.

konoko

disgustinggf

letsbelonelytogetherr

— via whoriyat

luthienne

Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)