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Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
from Mary Shelley’s journal, February 25, 1822
do you call it 'soulmate' or 'I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.'
if you washed any clothes recently this is a friendly reminder to put them on the chair and then on the bed and then on the chair and then on the bed and then on the chair and then
Oscar Wilde, Only Dull People Are Brilliant at Breakfast
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Listening to Somebody Else by The 1975 laying on the cold floor in my dark room with the cold air blowing in my face is the most cathartic experience I've ever had.
ever since i was a little girl i've been mad as hell
It’s me and whatever song is holding me together against the world.
if magic was real I'd get really into wizardry long enough to learn like 3 spells then move on and 4 years later id be like oh yeah I remember how to summon flame. probably. and then id do all the hand motions out of order and explode
knew from a young age that i was weird and unfixable
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
— Pablo Neruda, excerpt from Sonnet XVII (I Do Not Love You…)
nobody gets me. not because i’m really complicated or anything but because i won’t tell anyone anything real about me
I will get there