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Sadness. She’s my best friend.

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The terrifying and exalting feeling of entering the season of change.

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I hate that I fall in love too easily.

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I’m thinking of this quote a lot right now…

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski

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Last summer was Plath, this summer I make space for Woolf. I think of another version of me. Of a girl from the past, who first discovered Oscar Wilde, who read Kafka’s quotes without knowing who he was. There was a little girl who heard the name Dostoyevsky for the first time and her life was changed. There was a girl who was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn and Coco Chanel, who listened to Hozier for the first time and discovered what poetry was. A girl who read Arabic poems for the first time and her heart skipped a beat. A girl who read of the tragedy of the library of Alexandria and was devastated. A girl who read Jane Austen for the first time and fell in love with reading. I miss her, she was so precious. I’d still like to be her, my excitement and ardency for these wonders still fresh. So much to learn from the world, so much.

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The Little Prince, p.69, 04.08.2025

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The moonprincess and robin weren’t a fever dream from childhood after all…

pictures were respectfully taken from pinterest

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I acted upon a sudden surge of creativity. We are actually doing thiss.

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I bought this book a few years ago in an airport. I, however, never got to reading it. Or I just could never get past the first few pages. Then I forgot I even had it. Last week I found it between my books on my bookshelves while organising my physical tbr. Yesterday I talked about it a bit during a meeting with my bookclub. My friend told me it was a fun thing that I bought the book at an airport as the story is about a voyage. Today I’m in the car on my way to Paris. Last night I decided I would read this. Now I’m at this passage and marvel at the timing. A year ago I was stuck trying to make what seemed like the biggest decision of my life. I was insecure and didn’t know what to do or decide. Now a year later, I feel clarity. Things still get a bit blurry sometimes. But I have such a gentle assurance that it is going to be alright. I am not who I was a year ago. I’ve gained a little wisdom, I’ve done a bit of my part of living. Now I’m ready to read this. The Alchemist, you’re lovely.

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it will pass

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Today:

Gum

Tea (chamomile with lots of honey)

Shower

Nice stuff in hair

Smelling good (very important)

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