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I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via books-n-quotes)

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We found each other by accident - by which I mean every power in the universe made it so.

Nicholas A Browne (via shareaquote)

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Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via books-n-quotes)

[xtaikyo]

The Warrior of Light; created by Death.

The cold air leaving a fog from the breath I exhaled, left my mind nostalgic of the warm cozy nights behind the fire chimney when I used to be a kid. Memories of myself begin to fill my heart with emotions so uncontrollably—  has it been so long since I have spent time isolated from society and family. The night grew even darker as the candle dimmed its light to create a pathway. I walk into my hallway where the windows fogged by the blizzard create the day before, 9 inches of snow that made my body tremble for warmth. I peek through the window only to see a cat curled near a bush covered in snow, I wave hello to it as he was cold to even notice. As I pick up a book spotted under me, near my feet... I open it to read. A journal I have left sitting in our hallway for weeks without my own mother or stepfather picking it up. I remembered why it was there, that night before getting ill and heading to bed for almost a week. I recall falling and laying rest, I didn’t know if I was expecting to survive a night or the fever was so high that made me delusional from seeing a skeleton in robes. I recall naming him, though the name has vanished from memory. I held my hand in the air asking it to return, not to leave me as though feeling alone in this dark world. Why must I lose everything that is precious to me; that night feeling lost as though losing something important to myself, I felt protected in return. The morning after my heartfelt less heavy, but more troubled from the mind; so, I started to clean my room and toys. As I turned my head from right to left, I saw the skeleton, the robed figure on the TV.  I felt like I was being watched, but to what cost? Am I a child of death? Am I an angel of death? That is when I started to question reality, that is when my eyes and soul awakened little by little. That is when they have entered my life; the entities of the dark. They have returned; I came into this world for a reason, to what cause? The hands that appeared with the palms craved with a hole colored in black. Where the shadow figures appeared at night to watch over me or take my light? Until the night that man in trench coat covered with a hat and no feet appeared into my life; only to watch me. Why was I brought into this world again? I have then yearned for my other half, better half, or worse half; the twin flame that burns and resonates within. Yet to seize a from meeting her; now my light dims wondering if I was too late? Or is life about to start. I ask life of one thing until my day comes and they have returned to me for the reason I may have failed. Can they handle a Warrior of Light as I burn the pages into ashes and write time before my Father and mother to give freedom to my brothers and sister? Will they wage that war they so wanted upon me from the birth of time? If I awaken, how many more beings will bow to a warrior who denies them and cleanses the world? I am no savior; I am no angel, I am no demon or devil to God, I was created for the final curtain to life and devastation once the Chalice has empty and the scales have become unbalanced. I am no being, I have no right; I am here to see and return for the final. I have been watching the world since birth, reincarnating only to live endless empty lives and chosen into families to see if they deserve their salvation and light. I have forgotten who I am what I am; the wanderer of light, a warrior destroyed by their divine...

[xtaikyo]

The mind weights heavier than reality itself. 

[xtaikyo]

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via books-n-quotes)

Not a fan of the notebook but it does give a good insight into unconditional love. Once you grow the fuck up that is.

[xtaikyo]

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via books-n-quotes)

[xtaikyo]

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (via books-n-quotes)

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There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.

Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via books-n-quotes)

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The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via books-n-quotes)

This! Yes... What can you truly do?

[xtaikyo]

Have you ever sensed that our soul is immortal and never dies?

Plato, The Republic (via books-n-quotes)

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…Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men (via books-n-quotes)

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Being a nerd, which is to say going too far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know.

Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot (via books-n-quotes)

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You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via books-n-quotes)

[xtaikyo]

The wanderer that dies within.

I feel lost in this world, who am I if I can’t even be happy with who I used to be. I am still trying to save my light, still trying to heal this world. I have suffered for too long and wander for too long. This world grows colder and colder as I approach the years into centuries for another decade. Dear father the creator who made us all, dear mother the divine women who bare our troubles. Brothers and sisters; I one day will not be able to continue this story anymore as my heart has seized to continue creation and the love has begun to wither within these bones that are covered by the flesh of our mother’s kin. Until the day I have awakened may everyone find their light and be ready to shine, we will leave this world behind and find a new. I am a wanderer traveling the universe for the perfect heaven for the right light and warm flame. I have become lost in this journey, I have lost my better half. Except for the family I have created and the story I have manifested from the thin air, the clay mud, the beauty in a light that shines the colors of its beauty. I am slowly dying and slowly awakening to tell you once more; the chapter is ending.

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