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Being in love with someone who does not, and will never, love you back.

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jane austen and ushioi have joint custody of my sanity

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First as Alan in Moonlight Chicken ↳ Episode 8 (1 ¦ 2 ¦ 3 ¦ 4) feat. Wen "You don't have to help me anymore. I can walk myself now. "Hey, but I think..." "I can really walk on my own. Trust me."

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Excerpts from the works of Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish

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Are we what we do with time, or are we what time does with us?

— Mahmoud Darwish

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If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it is my heart.

Mahmoud Darwish

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fatima aamer bilal, from we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.

[text id: you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot.]

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Mahmoud Darwish, “I Declare,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance

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You wont find the same person twice, not even in the same person

- Mahmoud Darwish

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"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]