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Movies that made me cry: Good Will Hunting (6)
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it snowed last night so i decided to read in bed today. i also listened to prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune by debussy this morning as it was recommended by my professor and i luckily have it on vinyl.
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By: Tascha
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People are complex creatures by nature, sometimes they say exactly how they feel in between lines. They blurt out hidden words that come out in the form of a joke, to tell a whole story. It is a smart trick that is used to see if anyone will be able to filter through and hear the inexplicit words. If you look close enough, you would see that little grimace that is hiding behind their smile waiting to be noticed. It is a truly sad thing, isn’t it? How pain could shape up into many forms other than itself. — R.H.
Revolutions
There are small revolutions that lead to bigger ones. Like the day I fought against my will to turn my feelings and direct them towards myself. I promised that I would transform every inch of love I had for you and let it manifest inside of me; only so I could let you go through something other than hate.
— R.H.
Can I just have a handwritten letter from someone I love that I can use as a bookmark? Is that too much to ask?
i want to live above a bookstore café and have a little balcony garden you can see from the street that is all
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“Who knows anyway what it is, that wild, silky part of ourselves without which no poem can live?”
— Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
Boundaries
Maybe all I need is to start drawing boundaries for my own expectations and stop myself from feeling as though I am the reason behind this silence.
To step out of the space that I am in and abandon the shadow lurking in the dark, leaving behind me an undecided room full of empty promises and “what ifs” that seems to suffocate me.
Maybe, just maybe, then I will be happy.
— R.H.
One day I’ll find the right words, and they will be simple.
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