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Suffering is very personal... 😌

[izzydaydreams]

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” 

— Elizabeth Bennet, Pride & Prejudice

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[farahquotes]

They say, “Only when you stop searching for love, it’ll find you.” But how do I explain that to my unloved self? It’s always searching, always yearning, always reaching for something that feels like warmth. Someone speaks kindly, and I start building a home. A small, fragile home made of hope and imagination. I read about love, think about love, watch love unfold in other people’s stories. I’ve become fluent in it. I recognize its language, its rhythm, its silence. I crave love, not the idea of it, but the kind that comes and stays. The kind that finally says, “you're home".

~ farah

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Self note ✨🩷