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[theirdelusion-deactivated202106]

[bnmxfld]

“I’ve been too busy missing you to be angry.”

— Karen Tei Yamashita

[booksqouted]

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”

— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

[feelthevoid]

I can forgive myself

[booksqouted]

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[xmonsejx]

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[urfav-mirrorball]

taylor>>>>

[missventuri]

"I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year."

— White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[starlightseraph]

i’m a woman written by a man but that man is fyodor mikhailovich dostoevsky.

[diabolicalrat]

Babe you’re so delusional you belong in a Dostoevsky novel

[quotefeeling]

“Millions of people can believe in you, and yet none of it matters if you don’t believe in yourself.”

— Bernajoy Vaal

[xmonsejx]

..

[quotefeeling]

“Because once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer // Everything Is Illuminated

[feelingsoftheday]

I want you. Nothing else. just you.

[xmonsejx]

:(

[ohgaylor]

tolerate it // champagne problems // this is me trying // Labyrinth (all lyric connections)

[flowerytale]

Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990

[xmonsejx]

j

[septemberkisses]

— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

[ananyyeah]

Perhaps we forget who we are for ourselves, girl.

[flowerytale]

Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"

[deviika]

Mahmoud Darwish // Fyodor Dostoevsky