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LITERATURE : WHERE TO START ? | MASTERPOST
What trope is your favourite?
1. Childhood friends to lovers - "It's you. It has always been you."
2. Enemies to lovers
3. "I hate everyone but you."
[you are welcome to add more]
I don't know why but complimenting myself feels like narcissism.
I can't decide if I want to commit mass murder or sucide.
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence whether much that is glorious whether all that is profound does not spring from disease of thought from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
- from "Eleonora" by Edgar Allan Poe
Make sure you are not who you were.
KEEP GROWING!
It's been such a long while, since I heard you call my name.
Yesterday you did.
It didn't give me butterflies like it used to.
I held tightly onto my anger.She slammed her fists in my chest and screamed at the top of her lungs.
I held tightly onto my anger. Her screams became sobs.
I held tightly onto my anger. She told me she is pain and anger is her twin.
"She left me in this chaotic world with a promise of someday. And I still wait for her by counting stars and listening to the rivers of time flow past me."
There are good and bad people but no one is entirely good or entirely bad.
Every goodness has a thread of darkness. While every thing bad still has hope to be better.
People literally treat others the way they are supposed to be treated.
Think about it.
The good ones are always good to others. And the bad ones always jerks to others.
It's a constant battle between my inner narcissism and my deep rooted insecurity.
Affection needs to be shown, how else will it be known?
Being a poet, it's all about glorifying pain.
Finding happiness in things that are not inherently happy.
I am not some shade of brightly coloured red(s) and yellow(s). Instead I am greyscale of the rainbow.
Guys, when broken hearts aren't in the mix, are simple . Hard to offend, easy to entertain, chill.