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“It had been a long day, and I don’t mind saying that I cried a little bit. There is nothing wrong with crying at the end of a long day.”
— Lemony Snicket
“Here is the bitter truth, that mouthful of thorns you called our last kiss still lingers after so many others.”
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“Words are dead. And no longer there is magic in spells and love songs.”
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Inclination.
Wish we had seen each other. On the streets, just a glance? For a moment feels like a lifetime.
“I saw something that reminded me of you. I wanted to show you, but then I remembered that we don’t talk anymore.”
— Unknown (via quotefeeling)
“The purpose of art is mystery.”
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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”
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OCTOBER.
It's been three years.
Three years.
Three years since I started to know
about loves and heartbreaks and heartbreaks and heartbreaks.
I've lost pieces of me, I've given pieces of me,
I'll never find again. I've been to places loves took me to.
Lost, wandering, hurting, not sleeping and crying.
Wanting to rise, falling down, frozen feet, cold hands.
Smeared gloomy eyes, shaky voices, wounded heart;
versus vengeful eyes, cold heart.
I play sad songs and never happy ones when
I am to talk about one love that caused the heartbreaks,
always and forceful, deluded warmth.
Broken moments and amended heart,
make my stories,
sometimes in minor and somewhere in graver ways.
Thinking of my love being dead,
I realized it was born again,
made me play love songs, yes the happy ones.
I wish to be far far away from the places,
that bring heartbreaks and cause deaths to
love.
I'll write about love, love and only love in Octobers.
“There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.”
— Elizabeth David (via meineluft)
the person i strive to be has a peaceful smile and always sees the world smiling back, even when it’s not.
-ahlwords