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They said: "time heals" but dostoevsky said, "one never forgets the taste of certain tears."
I love movies and novels where humans are depicted as humans, even when they're posed as gods, monsters, or myths.
I like to read out loud sometimes when I read a poetry book. It gives a different emphasis to the world that the poets built through their words.
However, there were moments when I couldn't continue reading them aloud, only because the feeling they evoked were too intense. I wasn't sure I would be able to read without weeping.
Even at this age, when will you accept that losing a friend is no less heartbreaking than losing a beloved one? That it doesn't even have to be death to make the separation feels devastating.
I suppose at some point, we will always wonder about someone else's well-being, someone who left, someone we thought we knew. How they fare out there, what goes through their minds, and if they have found what they're looking for.
People who left will always leave a scar somewhere. No matter how insignificant they think they are.
Father is as kind as a dragon could be kind. He's majestic, considerate, wise, and has a lot of magma.
And Mother, oh, Mother. She's as beautiful and angelic as a coiling serpent. A viper of wit and ambition. Her love is... suffocating.
But I do not know any other way.
No matter how kind, no matter how smart, how visionary, if they made you question your self-worth, I don't think they're worth it.
It's not a matter of how fragile your self-worth or your own sense of self validation is. As humans, there's only so much we can take before we start to wear.
We can not grow by ourselves, just as we can not be with the people who deny our growth, much less, people who demand that we stagnate in the name of faux principles.
Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]
He's someone who smiles like a shark and says things like whether the car in front of us is a Decepticon or an Autobot while queuing for petrol.
His voice is thunder, and our cat favours him.
I used to quake a bit when he bellowed my given name-- I still do.
He loves Tolkien and lectures me religiously.
He nourished me with the likes of Scorpions and Guns n Roses, and recounted chinese drama in traffic.
If other lives existed, I'm sure he would've been born as a dragon with fire breath and typhoon wings.
They say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
But I'd say you should definitely judge the book by its cover.
However you think I am, it should've come from somewhere.
And I, if nothing else, am a dutiful spawn.
I'm going to use this at the office from now on.
I don't care what you say. Time and time again, you are my favorite soul. I'm glad I got seated next to you that day 23 years ago.
Frangipani
I have never regret anything more than my childish decision to stop studying music when I was younger, just because none of my friends were interested in classical music. Not even when I failed one of my applied chemistry courses in university.
“You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
I once called you an Angel because you seem to have a halo faintly glowing above, wherever you go.
I swear you have one of the most angelic voices I've ever heard, sometimes it even soothed the raging edges of my wayward soul.
And you do. You truly do.
I swear I told myself I might have found a shelter in your hands-- smaller but warmer, and your rose-scented wisdom.
But then I realize I should never have trusted myself to anchor my jagged edges to any haphazardly alluring kindness which comes my way. Because as much as I believed and loved you, it was apparent where your sentiments are. I was not one you bestowed them on. Maybe I just never really deserve you. And I see it far too late.
I could finally see that I don't really need your heavenly grace to straighten my erratic storms.
Now, sometimes the sound of your voice just made me feel nauseous. Even the mention of your pretty name snapped my heartstring and halted my heart to stutter.
I don't need the light from your halo to help me find a way out of the ravenous darkness which threatens to swallow me daily.
I don't really need your words of wisdom after all,
if only at the cost of dishonesty.
~thixo.tropy
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I understand that nobody understands me, but I can't be someone I'm not.
— Audrey Tautou