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— ʀ.ᴛ.
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my broken pieces flow to your shore /
— ʀ.ᴛ.
This house is not a home,
Its walls haunt my soul,
the people inside are just holograms,
ghosts of what they used to be,
I longed for a home while being at home,
I craved for comfort, while being at home,
their smiles were empty,
hands cold, and heart? a graveyard of stale potential,
I wish I could save you, the saviour in me never rests,
even with my two feet dangling above the cliff,
I wish I could bring the lights back up in this boarded house, in their eyes,
I wish I could turn the memories sweeter instead of bitter,
I wish I had the power to change time, but I am only human;
I am just a human, I can only change my own existence.
Physically and verbally ❤️
Detachment was a form of protection that she grew fond of. Oh how she hated it.
When will I be back to my usual self?
Only I can save myself. Only I can save myself…
-lost in my head.
— Nizar Qabbani
Always battling with my inner demons.
— Nikita Gill
Now that's what I'm talking about
— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer
“Don’t turn from me, please. Take me in your arms. Gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart—and you’ll see how nice I can be.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
I’m homesick all the time … I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.
Sarah Addison Allen
You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?
Ernest Hemingway
Shifting gears through the freeway with music blasted...