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ajarfullofdreams

Lang Leav, "Soul Mates"

fromdarzaitoleeza

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

letsbelonelytogetherr

– Audrey Hepburn

feral-ballad

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “To the city I wish to get to know”

thedrunkenminstrel

““It won’t be like that for me.” Kaladin said. “You told me it would get worse.” “It will,” Wit said. “But then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and this is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you Kaladin, you will be warm again.””

— Brandon Sanderson, The Rhythm of War

butwhybother

But don't you ever want to let it out, as you used to? Doesn't it pound on you inside, like someone trapped within a large drum? Beating, banging, trying to claw free?

-Sadeas, The Way of Kings, chapter 26.

lonelywarder

If you forget why you are fighting, then victory itself becomes the goal. The longer we fight, the more detached we become. Both from our own minds, and from our original passions.

Rhythm of War / Brandon Sanderson

schuylerpeck

“This heartache looked like buckled knees on a gravel side street; the last look you get of the taillights before the car turns the corner. We tried. We tried keeping this up as long as we could, knowing full well how bloody this would be when we had to leave. How badly I wanted to kiss apologies off your lips when you were stuttering a goodbye. That summer stained the way I feel the sunlight; every kind of warmth just feels like your arms. I still find myself counting the collective seconds, states, and years that have built walls between us. This heartache wears my younger face, but still pulls at my older heart.”

— Schuyler Peck, I Bet You Think I Don’t Write About You Anymore

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Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'

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heavybreathingswift

For the most part, listening to evermore is like being wrapped up in a thick, handwoven blanket, sitting by the fireplace with a hot drink in your hands, and wondering why so many good things have to end. but then “no body, no crime” comes on and you evily smirk at the wild, blazing embers before you that are burning your blood soaked clothes and think, “oh yeah, that’s why”