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[perfectquote]

“And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.”

— Unknown

[ilovemetawin]

[despondentbeauty]

Part of me still believes our story isn’t over yet. Part of me still believes we had to go our separate ways to fix things and come back to love each other when the time is right.

— part of me still believes one day you’ll see me the same way I see you.

[caruccio]

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.

[euesworld]

"I went to sleep today and I woke up tomorrow, but tomorrow is today and I can't help but to feel that my time is borrowed.. I have this urge to do good things with my time, though this time is not really mine. It's almost as if someone else is living my life, I don't really know what to say.. am I living my life right? Or did I mess up yesterday? Life is crazy, it's a perpetual state of change, it's strange.. a string of days each different than the last, usually lived fighting on my back. But today, today I am going to change so no day ever has to be like yesterday.."

I want my life to get better.. it is little by little cause I am putting in effort. Mind frame is half the battle - eUë

[user220720310723]

The letter of love.

My love. How i loved you. How i kissed you all over your face. Youth, crazy mind, full of happiness, full of pain which destroys the soul and kills every drop of hope that our time will come. That you will come. Walk to the door of our house and say you came to stay. That you won't sell me for some girl that you meet at a bar. That you will appreciate me. Let me drink every last drop. I don't regret it. I don't regret how i gave myself to you that july. I gave you my body, soul, thoughts, breathed in the air that you breathed. I know. You're a traveler. And you're in everyone's heart a bit, but in mine a bit too much. Yet, i forgive you. I know you loved me. I know you stopped loving me. But i don't know why you're calling out my name while they take you home drunk? Don't search for me. I won't come, i won't be able to. When they ask me why i'm still alone, i'm silent. They know very well i still have a feeling about you. You know, there are dreams for us, which are far more stronger than our unlucky fates and your haughty spirit. I hear you. Let go. Don't call. Me? I'll be a lady, as always, smiling, alone, waitng for our eyes to again lock at the station of unfortunate love, and you, so beautiful with a wide smile, to come hug me and swirl me swirl me swirl me, and for that swirl to takes us to another universe. No regrets. I love you just the way you are. I'm just begging you, please stay at the same address, so i can easily find you if i want to see you living your dream. Then i see you with your wife and kids, Kaya and Mateo. Do you remember those names? I do.

+honestly i hate naming these "poems", they're more prose but whatever it doesn't really matter

[dailykafka]

— March 26, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries

[Draft of a letter to Max Brod for his birthday on May 27]

[doitforadamparrish]

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

[quotespile]

“There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?”

— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

[freelance-philosopher]

“My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.”

— Anaïs Nin

[thebookquotes]

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that l’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love.”

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

[perfectquote]

“I wasn’t sorry I existed any more. I deserved to live. I deserved to find love. I knew now―I believed, now―that I deserved to be loved.”

— Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl

[thoughtkick]

“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

— Suzanna Collins

[quotefeeling]

“Nobody ever really knows how much anyone else is hurting. You could be standing next to somebody who is completely broken and you wouldn’t even know it. That’s why you should always try to be kind.”

— thespilledquotes

[moderndaymystic]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

[catchymemes]

[delirium-mind]

I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it