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@weridredgirl
It's a lil difficult but I'm all for unnecessary problem coz i don't hv enough you know
Literally me
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Wowwwwwwwwww THE ART of it all. I love this so much and this clearly took so much time and effort- thank you for posting 🙏
This.
A splendid sun, above me.
A saline breeze, around me.
A palpable sky, beneath me.
An ineffable serenity, within me.
-Radha shah @weirdredgirl
“Sadly, silence is leaving me too.”
— Chuck Akot
“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via books-n-quotes)
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
— William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (via books-n-quotes)
“I could get used to anything – that is, not really get used, but somehow voluntarily consent to endure it.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground (via notesfromtheundergroundman)
Near the lighted candle, on the bed side.
I place a photograph, of you and I.
I smile, with heavy, droopy eyes.
I am tired, it's midnight.
I remember the last time, we had a fight,
You wrote things to prove yourself right.
But I couldn't reprehend, nor could I deny.
Indeed, I tried.
My words betray me, at moments like these
I feel like a lone sheep, amidst a pack of wolves.
It's almost ironic for I love roses.
Yet I felt like an old dandelion, in a field of roses.
But you are the sun, outshining all.
While I fade like the blue sky, on a sunset as the night falls.
I thought we portrayed black and white, Contrasting each other, in a beautiful sight.
Then why is it now, that we depict
Fire and ice?
As I suffer the cold and crave your warmth,
Too scared to touch, fearing a burn.
Radha Shah @weirdredgirl
“Nothing is harder to understand than a symbolic work. A symbol always transcends the one who makes use of it and makes him say in reality more than he is aware of expressing.” - Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
via @philosophybits