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@yours-truly-sk
The atmosphere of the place soothed her automatically; the rich lantern lights, the sheer scent of paper and leather, and the fact that everywhere she looked, there were books, books, beautiful books.
~ Genevieve Cogman, The Invisible Library (Book #1)
Come along; we will read those glorious books.
βAnd thatβs the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.β
β Khaled Hosseini
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldnβt work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. βWhat does love mean to you?β I said. βThatβs an impossible question,β he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. β Julia Nicole Camp
if we are meant to be, we will be. But we arenβt meant to be! I know. Still, I have hope. Ah hope, f*cking hope, a dangerous thing. It turns a person insane.
Illicit affairs; unspoken feelings; student-professor relationship
~yours.truly.SK
βYou can do it. You are brave and you are loved.β
β Tracy Holczer
Merry merry Holly Jolly academic Christmas to all the dark academia people π«
~ Yours.truly.SK
Happy Holidays from my writing desk to yours! Never stop dreaming, never ever give up.
~ Yours.truly.SK
Whenever I meet someone new, I want to ask them what they have lost so far!
Some days I simply want to sit in my bed and feel sad! Itβs such a comforting thing to do.
Finding comfort in chaos!
~ yours.truly.SK
Read a sign outside a hotel room: βI am still dreaming; do not disturbβ.
I want a sign that says: βA fictional character from my last novel and I are making love. Do not disturb.β
~ yours.truly.SK
You looked at me as if I were a painting. Admiring me and at the same time thinking how to enhance me further. But then I realised I was just one of your paintings. The artist needs to move on to the next. The dilemma is for you, I was one of the paintings, but for me, you were the only artist.
Forbidden Love! Unspoken Feelings! On Student-Professor Relationship!
~ yours.truly.SK
I call myself a writer because I write for myself; I call myself a painter because I paint for myself. I am a dreamer because thatβs my favourite thing to do. And oh, for the sake of sanity, letβs not talk about overthinking!
~ yours.truly.SK
Getting ready to face another lonely Christmas π
βThere is a place inside me where I hold another language close. Iβm the only one who knows it. I am the only language I can understand.β
β Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls (via sagmoonn)
concept: i watch all of my suffering from afar. i remember everything, but I no longer feel the pain.
