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screaming--agony

“Some hearts understand each other even in silence.”

— Yasmine Mogahed (via perfectquote)

bookaddict24-7

“I’ll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.”

— E.V. Fairfall

alwaysbringabookwithyou

28.03.2021 “Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.” - Virginia Woolf

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“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”

— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love

aidashakur

As an overthinker I really need things made clear to me.

An extract from a novel I’m writing

I realise now it takes an insermountable amount of care to hate someone, and as I look at him with eyes enguled in wrathful flames, my body swims with an undistinguishable feeling that can only be deciphered as an unbearable longing; where is the mark between love and hate? The question causes a terrible disillusionment to cloud my better judgement and my erratic heart deems my hatred for him illogical. My sense and sensibility has become constricted due to our proximity. I can feel the murmur of his racing heart pumping unadulterated adrenaline through his veins as a vicious heat wraps us in a blanket of frustration and longing; two things that cannot be overriden by simple unspoken feelings. Every part of this is so wrong; the feelings passing through us roll in waves and submerge us deeper into something that is impossible to bounce back from. At this moment, I wish I could tune in to his mind, jump into his train of thought. At least then I'd know whether to tame my impulses or leave them to their own devices. "What are we doing?" I murmur. His face is slightly unreadable as I try to decript the furrow in his brows and the softness in his eyes. "I don't know"