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“It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.”

— Hotel Books, I Always Thought I Would Be Okay (via music-and-quotes)

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i took me a long to time accept that you truly do not care about my feelings, and that you never will.

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"How cruel to be touched by want, but never held by love."

Abhilasha.

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i miss the version of me that believed anything was possible

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Sometimes you have to accept that people's part in your story is over.

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“I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.”

— Michael Jordan

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Anthony Newley sings Pure Imagination

Come with me, where the stillness sings,

Where dreams wear coats with silver wings,

Where every thought you dare to chase

Becomes a doorway, not a place.

The world you see is not the end—

It bends for those who don’t pretend.

Close your eyes; the truth is near:

The things you long for start right here.

No maps, no signs, no measured ground—

Just whispered stars and untamed sound.

In quiet halls of inner skies,

The broken hopes still learn to rise.

Imagination is the key

To all we’re told we’ll never be.

So build it softly, soul by soul,

A secret world that makes you whole.

And if you ask, “Is it too late?”

The answer waits beyond the gate.

Just take one step, then one more true—

And let that world remember you.

Come with me, walk with me

In my world of pure imagination...

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... an imaginary land

I searched the earth for sacred ground,

But found my soul where stars are crowned.

Not lost — just born of somewhere else,

A home imagined, where my spirit dwells.

There, in skies that never grieve,

We dance beneath moon-silvered leaves.

No time, no end — just you and me,

A love unbroken by what came to be.

Our laughter lingers in the air,

As if we never left it there.

In that land no heart had to fall —

We loved, and we still had it all.

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Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1

A silver thread through silence drawn,

Soft as breath at break of dawn.

Each note a step on clouds that roam,

Toward a dream that feels like home.

Time dissolves in velvet air,

Grief and peace entwined with care.

A soul half-asleep, half-awake,

Wandering paths no heart could fake.

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We do not speak — we collide,

Breath tangled where secrets hide.

Your hand a storm, mine a flame,

Each step a question, never the same.

We press, we part — the sacred pull,

A dance of ache, of fierce and full.

Lips near enough to curse the air,

But hearts too wild to truly dare.

You lead, I follow — then I don’t.

I come undone in ways you won’t.

Still, every sway, a silent plea —

Come lose yourself and burn with me.

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Kingfishr - flowers-fire (feat. Jamie Duffy) - Live at The Clinic Studio...

We bloomed in silence,

beneath a sky that never promised morning.

You touched me like wildflowers touch wind —

gentle, but never still.

We were not meant for the keeping,

only for the burning.

A match struck in the dark —

brief, brilliant, and beautiful

in the way only flames can be

before they turn to smoke.

You said nothing,

but your eyes sang

songs I still hear

in the petals of old dreams.

I held you like fire,

knowing it would leave me scorched.

You held me like a prayer

you never meant to finish.

And still,

I would do it again —

just to feel that spark

once more

before the ashes fell.

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Jamie Duffy x Peter Sandberg - Eyrie (Official Static Video)

I found you where the sky meets stone,

Where wind still sings of hearts we've known.

No words were said, yet all was clear —

Your soul had once been tethered here.

You touched my hand — the world stood still,

A quiet love, a silent thrill.

The breeze became your whispered name,

A spark within the twilight flame.

And though you're gone, I feel you near,

Each time the wind moves through the year.

For love like ours won't turn to dust —

It lives where skies and echoes trust.

You stood with the wind in your hair,

like a secret the sky was keeping,

and I reached for you

not with hands,

but with the ache of a thousand lives

where I had missed you still.

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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Benjamin Moser, from her novel titled The Hour of the Star

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Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath