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@thoughting-it-out
I have some thoughts. But first, I need to process this shit is going through my brain.
god this scene i haven’t written would be so emotional if it came with 50k words of context i also haven’t written
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
— Unknown
We fall in love with people who are never supposed to be in our lives.
“I hope you marry her. I hope she makes you happy. I hope one day you look into her eyes and know that she’s the one. I hope she makes you laugh. I hope she never dismisses your tears. I hope she’s there for you when you need her most and she never makes you question whether you’re enough. I hope she supports you and you support her too. I hope you build each other up. I hope she feels like home after a long day, and her arms feel safe. I hope she does little things absentmindedly which make you smile, and she gets along with your brother. I hope her family are kind to you. I hope you are happy together. I hope you marry her. It is none of my business anymore but I hope she gives you everything you deserve. I hope she gives you everything I never could.”
— Sue Zhao
do things from love, not for love
“I fell in love with quotes at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that someone else is able to unknowingly express my thoughts when I’m at a loss for words; it has me wasting hours on the simple thought that our minds must have soulmates too.”
— vigi-la-veris
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century
.
Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long
Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.
The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue
.
While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.
My reaction, only with coffee.
Hang on, need to send this to my literature prof
As you're going to leave one day
Leave now.
Before I love you more
And get used to you more
And stick to you more
And before your departure turns into anxiety
Similar to the case of a postponed execution.
- Shahrazad Al-Khalij
"They hurt me. But it's okay. I'll be okay."
—she understood why they did it
“Never forget that turning a blind eye to oppression and watching from the sidelines itself oppression.”
— Harun Yahya
“Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.”
— Unknown
“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry, We bleed on paper.”
— a.y. (via inksomniac)
I do not long for kisses without desire, neither empty hugs, or nonsense words.
Give me warm looks born of your soul and beautiful words that it is not necessary pronounce.
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No anhelo besos sin deseo, tampoco abrazos vacíos, o palabras sin sentido.
Entrégame cálidas miradas nacidas desde tu alma y hermosas palabras que no necesiten ser pronunciadas.
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We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
— George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords