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Home, Warsan Shire//Doll’s House of Petronella Oortman, Jacob Appel
“Im learning so many different ways to be quiet.”
— The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón
In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.”
- N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting
Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
"I didn't fall in love with you.
I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway.
And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you."
- The Chaos Of Stars ,Kiersten white.
I fully expect to come into a 6 or 7 figure windfall, despite having zero reason to think such a windfall has ever or will ever exist
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“You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.”
Mahmoud Darwish
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“I love everything that’s old. Old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.”
“Her şeyin eskisini severim. Eski dostlar, eski zamanlar, eski terbiye, eski kitaplar, eski şarap.”
-Oliver Goldsmith-