Why Dilemma

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Anna Karina photographed by Philippe Le Tellier In Venice, Italy, September 1967, Danish actress, singer and writer Anna Karina is preparing to shoot in the film 'The Stranger' by Luchino Visconti🌸

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[nevver]

Home alone, Lorraine Sorlet

[xandrehdzx]

Beginners (2010)

“Here. Here is simple and happy. That’s what I meant to give you”.

[nevver]

Nothing lasts forever, JC Götting

[bakwaaas]

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

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I tasted the great joy of giving without receiving.

Rita Boumi-Pappas, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Thank You, Father,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Sirkka Turkka, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Come Back Little Sheba,”

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I am lonesome for you and I do not want to say these things to anyone else.

Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Adriana Ivancich wr. c. June 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Sait Faik, tr. by Maggie Dubris, from “Invitations,” featured in Eda: An Anthology of Contemporary Turkish Poetry

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Where is my life? Where is my life? What have I done with my life?

Denise Levertov, from The Complete Poems of Denise Levertov; “The Old Adam,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lifeinwatermelonsugar]

I am so happy that faith makes us come together again. I finally feel like I can breathe after years and my heart beats so beautifully. Thanks for everything that made you walk into my world.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

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I move through these days in a kind of dumb, blind despair, and slowly every day ends. It’s the nights I fear most, when the despair breaks down, is dumb and blind no longer, and I am only myself in the dark.

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas wr. c. February 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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They cut me in two, the river and the moon, and from my mouth the night pours forth like blood. I am cut in two, I who once was one;

Nina Cassian, tr. by William Jay Smith, from “They Cut me in Two,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Abbas Kiarostami, from “A Wolf Lying in Wait; Poems,” published c. 2015

[purplebuddhaquotes]

I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn’t it?

Junot Díaz

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