with love, Jane

My tank of words

[janeabdullah]

“I guess some muse are left emotionally abused. And sometimes with their hearts bruised.”

— Jane C. Abdullah

[remanence-of-love]

[selfjourneysblog]

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[janeabdullah]

Do they really think a ‘sorry’ could patch up every pieces of our soul they wrecked?

— Jane C. Abdullah

[poboh]

Astoronomy Comet, 1908, Edward Emerson Barnard (1857 - 1923) - Vintage gelatin silver print -

[cassandrabookss-deactivated2025]

“A man enslaved by his lust will always be unfit to lead.”

[janeabdullah]

Life has been a journey of trying and failing. I am too tired to even try again. I will now let things flow. What’s mine is what I’ll focus on, what’s not and don’t wish to be is where I let go.

— Jane C. Abdullah

[achillesinhighheels]

[janeabdullah]

“I choked on grief while grasping for hope.”

— Jane C. Abdullah

[ruhaniya]

How do you heal when the damage feels like home?

[myelicia]

K.Yamada

[janeabdullah]

“It was good while it last.”

This is the quote I’ll always hold on to. No grudges, no regrets. Some memories are made this way and let’s admit that there were good times.

Letting it go peacefully, so I can breathe peacefully.

[janeabdullah]

Life is more at peace when you loosen your grip over things you can’t control.

What’s meant for you will stay and what’s not will eventually leave.

Trust in the divine timing, trust in the divine planning.

— Jane C. Abdullah

[janeabdullah]

“I hope we receive love that is kind to us. The kind of love that feels like warm cocoa in winter. A love that’s cosy like a blanket in rainy days. I hope it comes to us in a way that fills up our hearts and erases every trace of past hurt and pain.”

— Jane C. Abdullah

[proseify]

You will never get over that person you once truly loved.

[janeabdullah]

“Tell me, my love, how can I not ache when every little thing around me takes me back to you?

In between every line of a song, every word in a book, in every changing colours of the leaves, in the taste of coffee or the smell of dampness in the morning.

Tell me, my love, how can I my heart not hurt in the absence of you?”

— Jane C. Abdullah

[leahberman]

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I kissed a flame, what did I expect.”

— Rosanna Warren, from Departure: Poems; “From the Notebooks of Anne Verveine,”