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" Remember to value yourself "

- Kasei Yakyoku (1989)

(a.k.a: Nightsong of Splendor)

“Tonight the air smells of cut grass. Apples rust on the branches. Already summer is a place mislaid between expectation and memory.”

— Eavan Boland, from Moths in “In A Time Of Violence”

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What value do serve in life..? For such a damaged human. Thou no love from strings of the bearing hands. That bitten sweet feeling could make you feel the darkest of feelings. Of which what purpose do you serve your service. The highest of heights thousands smiles as tears form rain clouds. Reflecting pain hundreds of broken mirrors realise things will never be the same

#my stuff #shakespeare #romeo and juliet

"But even if we are separated for now, I still believe. That someday, surely, I will meet you again. No, that I will find you again. I promise you. No matter how my appearance may change... and it takes thousands or ten thousands of years... No matter which world you're in, I will come to you again. Somehow, I know I'll reach you. And when I do, I will once again say to you... Wo Ai Ni. [I love you.]" —Tamahome to Miaka

Fushigi Yuugi - Episode 52 : " For My Loved One "

#fushigi yuugi #anime girl

Although I always believe a smallest act of caring, a listening ear and a kind word, all of which have the potential to turn a life around, however, how can I turn a poisonous scorpio that rides on a frog in a river to be a loving butterfly and won’t prick the frog drowned?

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scalped by this quote from one of my class readings

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The human capacity to sacrifice and renounce the self and its immediate, or even just determinate, satisfactions, in order to invest unconditional care and commitment in something or someone, surpasses the limits of the finite and definable. Such behavior, not for the sake of any calculable gain or realizable objective, depends on the strange, incomprehensible human faculty of conceiving something indefinable, something that cannot be said. Such is the ability that is manifest mysteriously, for example, in what is called love.-- William Franke, A Philosophy of the Unsayable